T.S. Cranston
Bio
A self-published Author who looks to expand outside of his craft. With experience writing short-stories and novels for Romance, Fiction, and Non-fiction I have crafted numerous tales over the years.
Stories (18/0)
A Tricky Trek
The warmth of sunlight had been erased and in it's place was the chill of fear that had settled into my legs and chest. I felt the light tremor of my body shake in the towering presence of the massive creature in front of me. My head was tilted back to its farthest point as I stared up to the shimmer of silver and blue scales that loomed high above. My breathing was short and frantic and I hated myself for it as I thought on the idea that animals could sense fear. If this titan could sense my terror then how would it react to my presence?
By T.S. Cranston3 years ago in Fiction
A Tricky Trek
I stood in the center of the rows of cars that had long been abandoned. Doors hung open intermittently between the random SUV's and compacts that had their colors stolen from them by the assault of rain, sunlight, and fire. Dark charcoal patches bled from car hoods to the asphalt that showed the scorch marks of what was either fire bombs or engines that simply couldn't handle the journey to begin with.
By T.S. Cranston3 years ago in Fiction
A Tricky Trek
The shattered and jagged shards of fallen glass panes and broken mirrors crunched under the weight of my feet. Each press of my less than stealthy movements through the ravaged kitchen had me on edge as I waited for the attack of scavengers that might have been hiding in the woods. My eyes scanned past the blurry lines of overgrowth outside to see if anything was moving or showing curiosity to the new life that now stirred in the long vacant building I found myself in.
By T.S. Cranston3 years ago in Fiction
A Tricky Trek
The metal pinged and groaned against the changes of temperature around the faded colors of the bunker walls. It barely passes as that. A bunker. It's more of a crypt that was designed from metal instead of stone. I only found myself in here in response to some particular directions. I won't say it was luck because that infers a modicum of hope which as of late has become something that is in short supply. The only thing shorter than that is the stores of food that I have left.
By T.S. Cranston3 years ago in Fiction
5 Games to play when going mobile on the Switch.
The past few months have seen me doing a variety of new things. Passion projects and hobbies are taking route in my spirit and as a result I am seeing more travel, time, and ambition in my day to day life. However the one constant that has always been a part of me is the love of a good story. While I tend to carry a book or graphic novel I always enjoy the ability to partake in the adventure myself. This means that I have found a new travel companion in my time in the world.
By T.S. Cranston3 years ago in Gamers
The Challenge of Change
A cool, airy mist had taken hold among the short blades of grass from the last mow of the year. The mid-October chill of a New England autumn would be wiped out by the strange rise in temperature later in the day as was expected for the remainder of the week. My car was "tinging" and "cracking" behind me as the engine chimed down from the short drive in to work. I stepped into the building and greeted my co-workers as I had done for years prior to today. The computer booted up as I tapped the mouse forward and the generic background flashed white across my eyes. A distant, soft echo of a masked cough from the manager had rattled through the halls and naturally my first fear was that they had come into contact with the now dominating Covid-19 virus.
By T.S. Cranston3 years ago in Motivation
What it means to be sick in 2020
The morning had started like any other. An early chill had set into the apartment overnight without the crack of windows being present. The rise of the lower units’ heat had dissipated as they had lowered it down to rest easy through the night themselves. Looking through the broken blinds of the third floor bedroom I can see the gray clouds overhead as they are releasing their damp contents onto the world below.
By T.S. Cranston3 years ago in Longevity
The First Implant
Adam walked through the alley as he had for several years. The high leaning towers swayed lightly against the natural breezes of the wind around them. It gave an ominous feeling that, at any moment, they would weaken and collapse atop the people below. Adam would often see the horror of that moment in his head. He liked doing that; his overactive imagination producing images in his head that might not happen but still held the potential of occurring.
By T.S. Cranston3 years ago in Horror
The Legend of Ruby Red
Pressed against the cold concrete wall, Alice felt the bite of the late hour chill at her back. She had been necking with the young college stud for near an hour and while she had been enjoying it, she was aiming to move the interaction into a warmer setting. Her cherry red nails rubbed into the auburn mane of the young man and grasped at him.
By T.S. Cranston3 years ago in Horror
Cassandra
"Oh god, yes, right there!" Erin said. Cassandra pressed her fingers at the oiled skin of Erin's exposed backside. The soft crackle of the fire that was heating the small cabin they had rented was echoing in the room around them. Erin had volunteered herself to Cassandra as a "practice" course for her masseuse license that she had been studying for. Cassandra was all too happy to take advantage of the offer and had laid out a few towels for Erin to lay upon to make the experience more enjoyable for her.
By T.S. Cranston3 years ago in Horror
The Starlight Queen
Distant and yet within reach, the stars around her cosmic travels twinkled and glowed as she passed them. With their names countless and their ages limitless, she could do little but smile to them all as she entered the Milky Way. A bright ball of orange and yellow heat pulled her close as she pressed forward of the sparkling river around her. Her aimless direction over the years had brought her too many sights and while the hot, gaseous giant was nothing new, it was the marble of blue and green that was near him that had caught her glance. The hard shell of space particles and travelling rocks that she had collected was barely warmed at the side of the giant she came to speak with.
By T.S. Cranston3 years ago in Futurism
A Freelance Battlefield.
"I can do this. It's easy and there's nothing to stop me!" That's one of the many phrases I must have told myself over the countless months of research, fast hit jobs, and small successes I had encountered within my first month of working as a freelance agent. I had the confidence to match my desire for success but I didn't have the proper tools or resources to really see me succeed. I learned quickly that the world of freelance work is riddled with loopholes and dodgy communications. It's a lot like when you were a kid with a LEGO set. The box shows this big and achievable end-game but as kids; we just tear into everything without taking a moment to read the instructions or rules that come with it and therefore being left frustrated and angry at the entire process.
By T.S. Cranston3 years ago in Journal