Tanner Orel
Bio
26. Forever wishing I could lead a rebellion against an oppressive dictatorship—preferably in a fantasy setting.
Stories (4/0)
Nourished
Rain speckled the sky and gently tapped and pecked across the brim of my cap. I pulled my coat tight across my shoulders in an effort to seal myself off from the chill of the wind. A basket, carrying a small sack of flower and a full jar of milk, swung recklessly from the crook of my arm as I ran.
By Tanner Orel6 months ago in Feast
The Warlock
Kaden stood in the dark, bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet like a fighter preparing to step into the ring. His eyes were pressed closed and his fists hung clenched at his side. As he rocked up and down his heart thumped savagely as if it were trying to punch through his chest. The silence of the empty hall hung over him in a dense cloud and he felt like a lightning bolt waiting to snap out into the wind.
By Tanner Orel8 months ago in Geeks
Sparrow One
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. He had seen yellow clouds that shone like flickering torches. How many times had he caught crimson clouds that smoldered and popped? Or blue clouds that brought a terrible chill? But never, in all seventy-two long years of his life, had he ever snatched a purple cloud.
By Tanner Orelabout a year ago in Fiction