Steven Dean
Bio
I was born in the Pacific Northwest, but have lived all over the country, mostly in Hawaii. I've been writing stories since 4th grade in Waipahu. Avid reader of horror, science fiction, and fantasy for many years. Life long dreamer...
Stories (12/0)
Mrs Red
Mrs Red By: Steven Dean When I was seven years old, my mom got me my first dog. She was a Pomeranian/ Poodle mix and couldn’t have weighed much more than 10 pounds, if she even weighed that much. Her red hair and pointed snout made her look almost like a fox. The mix of breeds also made her hair not look as puffy as Pomeranians’ normally do, but more like the long smooth hair of a fox. I loved her immediately and we became inseparable. I named her Mrs. Red.
By Steven Dean2 years ago in Petlife
The Acranex
The Acranex By: Steven Dean Ryan’s breath escaped him in a rush as the ground beneath his feet gave way. He tumbled into a dark sloping tunnel, his sense of direction confounded. Gritting his teeth, he tried to brace himself for the impact with the ground somewhere below. Besides the debris that entered the tunnel with him, Ryan noticed that the walls of the tunnel were perfectly smooth and seemed designed to increase his speed as he fell through the eternal darkness.
By Steven Dean2 years ago in Fiction
Silent Screams
Silent Screams By: Steven Dean Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Jarvis wondered why the psycho that had boarded their ship, with his equally deranged crew, was so fascinated by that idea. Thirteen people had died so far, so that this poor excuse for a human could test whether or not he could actually hear them scream once he threw them out the airlock.
By Steven Dean2 years ago in Fiction
A Momentary Lapse of Reason. Top Story - August 2022.
A Momentary Lapse Of Reason By: Steven Dean Darren felt frustrated. The luminescent numbers on the car stereo displayed a time much later than he intended. 11:45 was much too late to be out with his two year old son, Dylan. Amazingly enough, no tantrums had occurred. Dylan was quite content to suck his thumb and rub his mom’s strawberry blond hair back and forth across his cheek.
By Steven Dean2 years ago in Fiction
A Whim of Fate
A Whim of Fate Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Ellison knew that was a lie. He could hear himself screaming right now. A routine spacewalk, something he’d done many times over his last year on the international space station, but this time, nothing went according to plan.
By Steven Dean2 years ago in Fiction
