R. M. Forté
Bio
Read. Think. Type. Repeat.
I'm a lyrisit by trade, a musician by training, and a coach by career, but here? Here is a door to my world, welcome in. I hope you enjoy your stay.
Stories (14/0)
A Realm Before Us
Sigusmondelon blinked, shaking his head to regain focus on the present day. It was all too common to relive the moments of his memories stretching back over centuries. He could recall the strenuous victory of the memory, the faces of each Dragomir pair that passed, and the few that survived. He could remember the rage that enveloped his human companion, Eka, that day, sending them on the hunt for the remainder of those sympathizing with Ommateum as they hid away across the world. Most painfully, he could recall the day his companion, trapped within the bowels of a mountain fortress, was robbed of what should have been eternal life. The injustice was that Sigusmondelon knew he should have passed with his companion, but the foolish human released the magic tethering their lives, saving the dragon alone.
By R. M. Fortéabout a year ago in Fiction
Between Us and Tomorrow
It was inconceivable. The moments we had survived, the horrors we had endured; we stood like statues before a braced door…the only possible exit from living hell. Though the key rested in my hand, I couldn’t bring myself to place it. Not a single breath was heard while we stared wide-eyed at the possibility, the future we had fought so ravenously to reach. It was finally in our grasp the choice to leave this place of death where the stains of former dreads still resided on the walls, floors, and in some areas, ceilings. What would greet us?
By R. M. Forté2 years ago in Poets
Descendants of Theeb
There weren’t always dragons in The Valley; once, it was a peaceful subsidiary to the larger realm of Eurvhime. Nonetheless, they are here to stay; the elders often say they are a blessing of the gods and a curse to man. The dominating quadrupeds sought asylum from none other than Ouranos when the dust settled following The War of Numina. Even after his kindness, their posture towards humans has been ever tainted by the ill will of the Reimkin who, for all their might and cunning, were no more than mear humans whose eyes fell upon that which they did not own nor would they deserve. Though the scaled wonders lived in harmony with Ouranos, his departure, yet shrouded in mystery and unexplainable events, has left them more volatile than the previous histories would lead one to believe. They are indeed beasts of wisdom, age, and unequivocal might; only an unfortunate soul to be pitied or a blundering fool would wade openly into their nesting place.
By R. M. Forté2 years ago in Fiction
The Problem with School
Woes of School It would be easy to pass this prose as a lazy youthful moaning regarding the structures of society and success. However, I urge you not to dismiss so easily the thoughts I present here. “Every boy hates school; it’s nothing new.” On this, we can agree; many sons have a distaste for the education system. They despise waking up at the crack of dawn to stand outside through wind, rain, and snow in some states. With a loathing, boys trudge from class to class, expected to sit for hours until they can finally leave the confines of the building to be home. The difference between my experience and most schoolboys is that I was home-educated. This means I did not have to wake at the crack of dawn most days; I did not have to wait for a school bell to free me from the droning of school.
By R. M. Forté3 years ago in Education
Selador
Anxiously, tossing and turning beneath my bed covers. While the light from a lamp post on the cul-de-sac shamelessly radiated through my window. This was one of the few nights I wished there were blinds on the window or curtains. To my left emanated a minuscule blinking light. Rolling toward the light on my bedside table, it signaled, in softly lit green numbers, 1:45 am. “Only one forty-five” I huffed rolling to my back. Could time move any slower?
By R. M. Forté3 years ago in Humans
