Travahn Adonis
Stories (4/0)
Metempsychosis
“Director, Director! You need to hear this!” Dr. Porter shouted, running down the hall, the papers in his arms fluttering erratically over the hallway. Porter burst into the Directors room, “Director has anyone told you what's happening!?” Porter straightened his glasses.
By Travahn Adonis10 months ago in Fiction
Watch the World Fly By
It’s late in the day right now, must be close to noon or maybe two-thirty as I wake up and stare at the ceiling in the dark of my room. I think about the vastness of people, their thoughts and ideas, their experiences and memories. All of the potential of a single person to influence others around them and push those decisions into the future. Just, in general, all of the social connections that people make day-to-day with each other, crafting the intricate web of interdependence in society at large. I’m not one of those people. Not only am I such a useless and specific mix of traits that no one but myself could possibly fathom relating to me, but even if someone did I swear that I would fail and somehow sabotage that relationship, as if I were a soldier on some forlorn battlefield long ago and shot the first vaguely human shape coming out of the smoke left by the artillery bombardments of no mans land not realizing until it’s far too late that it was the only friend I’ve ever had in the trenches. Sitting up I look around the apartment I live in and the thought crosses my mind that I had planned to spend my remaining years here, dying of old age and stiff joints. Although I would’ve already considered myself dead, but, as I can only perceive time in a linear fashion I still have to wait for that time to arrive.
By Travahn Adonis10 months ago in Fiction
Your Local Home Improvement Store
Hopefully I’m not alone in this. I can’t be the only survivor of an after-hours incursion into my local home improvement store. So I hope to tell this story, my story, in order to bring us all together, maybe. God, it's all so insane to say and think about, it sounds like a dream but it definitely can't be since I made it out with a few others that fateful night. I haven't seen them around town in a while, and hope they’re all right. At this point I’m just stalling myself.
By Travahn Adonis10 months ago in Horror
Newborne
You may be surprised to learn, but the race of man is the oldest race, existing far before the Skylands were constructed. History has no complete answer for how the first Men transformed into either the Dragon or the Beast, but whatever action started it shaped the whole of the world forever. Before the schism between the Gods of Man and the Dragons, the two lived together in harmony, joined in their never-ending conflict with the Beastly Horde. Far into the conflict, Dragons, hoping to starve the Beasts of new assimilates, proposed to the Gods of Man an idea to use their natural magic to build them continents in the sky above where the Beasts could fly. The Gods of Man agreed to this and over the ensuing centuries the Skylands were formed. Once the Gods and race of man had settled, they betrayed the Dragons, striking down any who would come near and exiling those who objected. Those shunted from the Skylands hoped they could survive on the surface, but the beasts have much greater senses than humans, and while the few became dragons the many fell to become beasts.
By Travahn Adonis2 years ago in Fiction