T.J. Samek
Bio
I went from being a kid who would narrate the world around me to an adult who always has a story in her head. Now I find sanctuary in my Minnesota woods, where the quiet of nature helps my ideas develop.
Stories (19/0)
Travelers
No one ever seemed to notice the lightning. It isn’t normal lightning, heralded by ominous dark clouds and trailed by thunder. Instead, it is simply a bright flash of light, and most normal people just blink their eyes and wonder if they saw what they thought they saw, shake their heads, and then go about their day. They may think that they’ve been out in the sun too long, if they think anything at all.
By T.J. Samekabout a year ago in Fiction
The Sound of Snow
The snow started falling not long after he escaped from the cabin, and now the big flakes have coated everything with a soft, insulating layer that leaves the woods hushed. Night comes fast this time of year, and Will knows he doesn’t have much daylight left.
By T.J. Samek2 years ago in Fiction
Dedicated (Chapter 2)
Read Chapter 1: Sun And now... He found Becker seated at the desk in the near corner of the garage, where the breeze coming in through the overhead doors ruffled his grizzled mane. The sinking sun had turned the sky a blaze of gold, and deep within the shop, rows of incandescent lights had blinked to life over the mechanic bays. The smell of grease mingled with the clanking tools, sputtering engine noises, and muttered curses.
By T.J. Samek2 years ago in Fiction
Still Water
Loki was now captured, and with no thought of mercy he was taken to a cave and bound onto the tops of the three stones. Skadi took a poisonous snake and fastened it above Loki so that its poison dripped onto his face...He convulses so violently that the whole earth shakes. He will lie bound there until Ragnarok.
By T.J. Samek3 years ago in Fiction
A Roomful of Dragons
Asha takes a deep breath as she enters the room. The heavy oak door has been expertly fitted on its hinges; it glides open with only the softest whisper. Golden sunlight streams from the high windows, catching the dust motes that dance in its radiance. The paneling on the walls still fills the room with the scent of cut wood, all these years later.
By T.J. Samek3 years ago in Fiction
...With laser beams...
This tank is different. The water here is fresher, and there is no taste of other inhabitants. You know immediately that you are the only one now in this tank, but--impossible though it seems--you may be the only one who has ever been in this tank.
By T.J. Samek3 years ago in Fiction
