Scott McGuire
Stories (6/0)
The Omnipotent Window
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. The room was his but it was her that never left. Bound by fear of not knowing what there was to fear, her addiction was the stories told to her by the window’s visitors behind the glass. They came to speak to her about the monsters and terrors that lurked beyond the walls. She sat all day and all night soaking in all the stories the visitors had to offer. They spoke in a language of us and them. “We the good, all the others the evil.”
By Scott McGuire about a year ago in Fiction
Discussions with a Dragon
Discussions with a Dragon There weren’t always dragons in the valley. But there was always Clarence. And Clarence was, at least technically, a dragon. His external appearance was that of an old, fierce dragon. Excalibur-like swords for teeth, impenetrable, dark green, scale-armor coating from snout to frighteningly-large, mace-like tail, and the standard Vesuvian fire breath. Internally however, other than his blood, Clarence was not really thought of as a dragon. His demeanor just screamed apathy. Normally, just being near a dragon, even if I hadn’t noticed it yet, would strike me with that “I am going to ‘lose my newts” sensation. But Clarence? Well, you might not even notice him, even if you went for a stroll in the valley and tripped over his murderous tail! The only people in town that paid him any attention were the children who were still entertained by what the rest of us considered mundane. Although Clarence was the closest dragon in proximity to town, he was not our governing dragon. Nor did Clarence even have a territory. This is why Clarence was the perfect candidate.
By Scott McGuire 2 years ago in Fiction
Walrusses vs Walri
"Broke Stick Billy! Let me stop you right there. There is a reason I nicknamed you that, it's because like a broken stick in hockey you can't play. We let you join the league every year because we need to fill a roster spot. I even drafted you this year and gave you a shot. But now you are a traitor and basically dead to me." Mediocre
By Scott McGuire 3 years ago in Fiction
Green Life Source
Dreaded sunlight fills my room, unfortunately I have survived another night. I pry my crusted eyes open as I come to terms that I must live another day hiding my true self. Hiding the fact, I am a monster, alien, mutant. I am not sure what I am or why I am this way. What I am sure of is that I'm different from every other person I have ever met. My spirits lift as my weary eyes see the beautiful green light piercing through my source of life, my medicine, my bottle of gin perched by my window. I clasp the bottle, tilt it up, and finish the remaining shots I leave for breakfast every night.
By Scott McGuire 3 years ago in Fiction
Life in Bliss
Life in Bliss I live in Bliss. It’s the most wonderful place. Everyone is happy. Everyone is having fun. And Everyone always looks their best. We live this way virtually all of the time. We live so peacefully, so dreamily now. We live our lives and document them on our page, to share with the world and increase our positive wage. Our page is our stage; that determines our standing. The way to the top is to spread good cheer, the way to plummet from the summit is to post something wrong. Negative naysayers are our workers in town. To repay their debt for bringing the rest of us down. Our role in Bliss is determined by our happiness meter displayed on our page; increase this and become all the rage.
By Scott McGuire 3 years ago in Fiction