Tanner Linares
Bio
Welcome to my profile. You should expect to see a bevy of short fiction stories that I've written here. These will vary in genre, so if you're interested in a variety of stories, feel free to subscribe as you have come to the right place!
Stories (18/0)
Time Over and Again, Chapter 3
To start from the first chapter, click here. To read the previous chapter, click here. A few days went by. Or, at least, what felt like a few days. Frankly, it could have been much longer, or even much shorter. Without the sun ever rising or setting, it was hard to tell how much time, if any at all, was passing. Len had been carrying Sasha for quite some time, but he had recently let her start walking on her own again.
By Tanner Linares2 years ago in Fiction
Time Over and Again, Chapter 2
To read the previous chapter, click here. Len and Sasha stared down the deserted, broken-down streets of the once-somewhat-nice neighborhood. They walked down the sidewalk, Sasha trying to chew the clearly dead grass. Len picked her up and pulled her away from the grass, but she just ran back over to it.
By Tanner Linares2 years ago in Fiction
Uprooted in the Valley, Chapter 1
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. As they preferred the cooler temperatures of higher elevations, they seldom bothered the etchins residing in the villages, tending to stick to the surrounding mountaintops. From time to time, of course, they would pass overhead or, even more rarely, land in search of shiny trinkets and plump meat. This was little more than an inconvenience for the small mining town of Glimmerpass; as they would often have an abundance of superfluous materials such as silver, gold and cobretwill they could easily spare when facing even the greediest of dragons, they needed not worry about making slogs to appease unsatisfied dragons.
By Tanner Linares2 years ago in Fiction
Night of the Goo!
It was the coldest winter night ever and, for some reason, my sister wanted to keep her window open. I didn’t know if she wanted to freeze me to death or wake up a thousand years in the future, but it was getting on my nerves fast. The petrifying breeze shot through her window, across the hall… and straight into my room. I tried to close my door, but my mom simply told me it was “indecent.” Whatever that means! Regardless, I could not stand it any longer. Our poor beagle Siegfried was shaking like a rattlesnake in a dryer, and I was convinced I was minutes away from frostbite. I marched across the hall into her room where she was playing with her new toy, a weird frog in some sort of space suit, part of some dumb new toy line called “the Omicron Defenders.”
By Tanner Linares2 years ago in Fiction