R.R.Hannaman
Bio
I have been writing a lot of stories and poems for a long time. It is nice to have a place to share it. I like to write about varying topics in my poem. I am constantly working on my world building and stories about my world Avaboya.
Stories (32/0)
Magic Spark
Melinda sat resting on the sofa at her new home filled with boxes. The utility knife rips through tape. Box after box unpacked and broken down. Taking a rest tries to take a quick nap. Her closed eyes immediately open at the sound of a constant clicking sound inside her head. After several minutes of trying to ignore it abruptly gets up looking for the source.
By R.R.Hannaman2 years ago in Fiction
Nightmares
Flashes of red and blue along with a wailing siren comes onto the scene as Fern struggles to remain conscious. As she fights to keep her eyes open looks ahead towards the tree line. Flashes, sirens, and voices fading into the background. Every time she drifts to unconsciousness, she fights it back. Every time she swears she sees a figure; a man in a grey cloak; with pale skin, a black masquerade mask over his eyes, and carries what looks like a gnarly branch, with a blade attached. Ragged wings came from his back and dead branches grew out of his head.
By R.R.Hannaman2 years ago in Horror