Taylor Huston
Stories (52/0)
The Cost of Freedom
The fire burned brightly, colliding with the cold air as the flames danced and ate away at the wood. Only the circle of the dirt and the rocks surrounding it kept it from reaching what was beyond. Serving its purpose to keep those close to it warm and to ward off the hunters that lurked in the forest.
By Taylor Huston2 months ago in Fiction
Parabellum
Sweat soaked the woman's clothes as she struggled to hang onto the two young girls beside her. The heat of the forest filled her lungs as if she was set ablaze within. The thought of stopping to rest barely registered, knowing the consequences if they did.
By Taylor Huston2 months ago in Fiction
Starting Small
It's no secret that New Year's Resolutions are not easy, especially when we realize that the tasks we put on ourselves just might be too much. Not that we don't want to do it but rather that a great many things can get in the way. And sometimes, it's just purely because it's too much. I, myself, have vowed to do thing different and end up not fulfilling that promise. We've all been there.
By Taylor Huston4 months ago in Motivation
To Experience Life
"The function of a man is to live, not to exist." - Jack London I often wonder what that quote meant for a while after I heard it from the 2021 film "No Time To Die". But, until recently, I have now come to my own conclusions about what I believe Jack London was trying to say.
By Taylor Huston4 months ago in Motivation
The Proper Function
"The proper function of a man is to live, not to exist." - Jack London That is just part of a quote from Jack London. I first heard it when I went to go see Daniel Craig's final performance as James Bond in "No Time To Die" back in October of 2021. And that quote has stuck with me since then. It made me realize something important. Something that I feel we all have taken for granted in this life.
By Taylor Huston4 months ago in Motivation
Requiem
The sun sat dangerously close onto the horizon, turning from a bright yellow to a bright orange. The sky itself was a mix of blue and red, creating a bittersweet view for all to see. The ocean was calm, making only small waves that washed onto the shore, moving across the sand as it sunk into its foundation and retreating back into the sea. And the sound of the clashing waves echoed across the shoreline, like a lullaby that never ended.
By Taylor Huston4 months ago in Fiction
The Last Confrontation
The sound of ice cracking in the distance echoed across the snowy forest, a sign of spring not far behind but still under the reign of winter as cold winds brushed against the trees and clouds covered the sky, preventing the sun from touching the surface of the sun and ice.
By Taylor Huston4 months ago in Fiction
My Motivation
When I was a boy, I wasn't a big fan of reading or writing. To my very naïve and simple-minded personality of my childhood, I saw writing and reading as very boring and too much of a hassle, largely due to school at the time. So, as you can see, where I am now was not at all how I started way back when.
By Taylor Huston4 months ago in Journal
