Ronald T Whitley
Stories (10/0)
Venturing Out
Preface Tellius Realms was my first ever attempt at writing a book. I started it when I was in middle school and then picked it back up every few years in high school, college, and afterward. While I love the characters and story my writing creativity has been focused elsewhere recently. When I was around twenty-five a group of friends asked me to run a tabletop game for them. I chose to adapt the Tellius Realms to have their story begin a bit off of where the original began but eventually the two would come together and then I would see what the players decided. I told them of the dwarven underground city of Krundlebottom, which had been shut off the outside world because of a trade dispute with the gnomes. Since dwarves are stubborn it's been a few generations.
By Ronald T Whitley3 years ago in Fiction
Smithing a Tale
Preface Tellius Realms was my first ever attempt at writing a book. I started it when I was in middle school and then picked it back up every few years in high school, college, and afterward. While I love the characters and story my writing creativity has been focused elsewhere recently. When I was around twenty-five a group of friends asked me to run a tabletop game for them. I chose to adapt the Tellius Realms to have their story begin a bit off of where the original began but eventually the two would come together and then I would see what the players decided. I told them of the dwarven underground city of Krundlebottom, which had been shut off the outside world because of a trade dispute with the gnomes. Since dwarves are stubborn it's been a few generations.
By Ronald T Whitley3 years ago in Fiction
Boxes of Emotions
Rick was rushing to make the appointment on time. His fiancé was already there and she was texting him, "Where are you?", "You are late again.", "This is important. We find out the baby's gender today.", "I need you here." He would normally respond to the texts even while driving but he had made her a promise that as soon as they were a family then he would not text and drive anymore. It had always been a bad habit that he had. He had been lucky multiple times in his life having barely avoided hitting other cars or people.
By Ronald T Whitley3 years ago in Fiction
An Old Man and a Box
In a small white room, shades are drawn tight so that the small bedside lamp provided the only dim light in the room. A steady beeping of the heart monitor, mixing with the ticking of the clock on the wall the two sounds marking the passing of time. Suddenly a fit of coughing from the patient on the bed. His thin white hair revealed scalp here and there as well as the occasional mole or liver spots. His skin was paper-thin and wrinkled. His chest rose and fell slowly with his breaths. Another fit of coughing came and this time he sat up reaching for the cup of water at his bedside table. Struggling to sit up he pulled the straw near his mouth and took a deep drink.
By Ronald T Whitley3 years ago in Fiction
A Barn of Love
A car rolls smoothly along a winding driveway that curves with the gentle contours of the land. Surrounded by towering pine trees the yard is mostly field grass which is awaiting its late summer cut. The car stops in front of a small two-story white house with a wrap-around porch and roses of all colors in the bed flanking the stairs. The car is parked between the house and an old barn. The driver, a younger woman with long curly chestnut brown hair and deep almond skin, climbed out and she looked up at the house for a moment while the other car inhabitants exited. Two children a boy about six and a girl around ten, they resembled their mother's complexion but had straight hair. After a moment the back door opens and a cane, followed by two legs, exits the vehicle. An old man with weathered fair skin and white hair poking out from under his black fedora which matched the suit that he wore.
By Ronald T Whitley3 years ago in Fiction
Mindfulness through Worldbuilding
When I first saw this challenge and prompt my mind went to all the various things I do for my own self-care. I wouldn't label myself a renaissance man but I do cast a wide net when it comes to interests. I have always been able to mix in with various cliques and groups since middle school. This is partly because of my upbringing but I feel it is more to do with how I approach hobbies and interests. I can be a bit obsessive about something new. My parents and grandparents did a great job when I was young in trying new things. I hiked, fished, hunted, camped, backpacked, boated, played video games, participated in sports, read non-fiction fact books, read high and low fantasy, wrote my own stories, went to church, learned about collections and coins, picked up skills as a gardener, played board games, talked about world events, and spent time with my own imagination. These things all helped to craft who I am today but the last, working my imagination muscles, is what ultimately helped me be able to find my own peace when needed.
By Ronald T Whitley3 years ago in Gamers