Sean Prater
Bio
I'm a chef by trade who has too much chaotic creativity penned up to dump solely onto plates every evening, thus I spend my mornings pouring off the excess into stories and the like.
Enjoy the madness.
Stories (2/0)
War of Dolls
Prologue Another tremor resounded from outside the thick walls of the sanctuary. Bits of mortar and ice rained down from the vaulted ceilings, high above. It sounded like a flashpowder barrel erupting, but may have just as easily been a wall collapsing, or an large object colliding through one of the many squat, ruinous buildings of Magadan.
By Sean Prater2 years ago in Fiction
Petre and the Wolfsbane
Aconite. Monkshood. Wolfsbane, if by any other name. Friend to none but witches, warlocks, and herbwives, whom are merely sickly-sweet matronly witches in guise. The kind that would candy belladonna shoots, and jam belladonna berries, sell them as treats to ignorant passerbys, numb to the deception, fooled for the chance to help an old woman with shaky hands and a twisted spine.
By Sean Prater2 years ago in Geeks
