Tristin Roholt
Bio
I've wanted to be a writer since I was in first grade. I like to write fantasy and fairytales!
Stories (8/0)
Secret Treasures
Cedar grew up in a large family, with three brothers and two sisters. Their lives were vibrant and chaotic, between all of the extracurricular hobbies and community events. Cedar participated in several volunteer projects, and played the piano and the cello, but they were always more independent than their siblings. They were the oldest, and with fewer obligations than their younger siblings, they spent a lot of time at their grandmother’s house, helping her now that her husband had passed.
By Tristin Roholtabout a year ago in Fiction
Horrors of the Deep
I’m a marine biologist, and I work in the Hatinggabi aquarium, the world’s first aquarium capable of simulating conditions in the midnight zone. For those who don’t know, the ocean is organized in three sections: the daylight zone, the twilight zone, and the midnight zone. The daylight zone is at the top, it receives the most light and is the easiest to study. Below that is the twilight zone; with significantly less light and more pressure, it requires specialized equipment to explore.
By Tristin Roholtabout a year ago in Horror
The Woman of the Woods
Deep in the forest, as the mountains begin to ascend, a cave is nestled between enormous, moss-covered boulders. While my siblings keep their hoards high on mountaintops, I’ve found success concealing the entrance to my subterranean cavern at the base of the climb, where the trees are thick and difficult to traverse. My smaller stature has granted me speed and agility, allowing me to slip into the cave with the treasures I’ve collected. Dragons are few and far between, now, as the humans send armies to the hoards, no longer cowering in fear. Like me, they use their smallness for stealth, and have destroyed many dragons that had plagued their villages and kingdoms.
By Tristin Roholtabout a year ago in Fiction
Purple Planet
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say”. This annoyingly common joke among the astronauts I was forced to work with was, in fact, problematic for several reasons. Just to reenforce my reputation and keep anyone from getting friendly with me, I liked to remind anyone who said this that space isn’t technically a vacuum. It’s almost a vacuum. Of course, this is also vaguely deceptive, and if this comment didn’t immediately shut down any attempt to socialize with me, I was happy to go into detail about how space is mostly void of matter, meaning that a particular point in space could be considered a vacuum, and that any said point would immediately no longer be a vacuum if you were to enter it and listen for screams.
By Tristin Roholt2 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon Plague
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. A long time ago, dragons were few and far between, hiding in caves and on mountaintops where they kept their hoards. Everyone lived in the Valley together, where they were safely surrounded by tall, sharply pointed mountains that caught the clouds and kept the Valley lush and full of life. The edges of the mountains were rich with minerals, the rivers were full of fish, and deer grazed in the meadows. The people of the Valley had everything they needed, and lived peacefully with one another.
By Tristin Roholt2 years ago in Fiction
Curious
Anna Williams grew up in a wealthy family. She had everything she could ever ask for; she was raised by a nanny, taught by the finest tutors her father could buy, dressed in ribbons and lace. If she ever left the manor, it was to attend parties at the homes of her parent’s friends, and she was often left at home for such events in any case. Anna felt trapped in her home, in the routines and familiarity. To entertain herself, she explored her home and the surrounding gardens. She wanted to see every room in the house, look in every closet, open every drawer. She even looked inside all of the little boxes and bottles that were sitting on vanities and tables. She was frequently disappointed to find them empty, but was always delighted to find various accessories and makeups in the vanities, or pens and stamps in the writing desks.
By Tristin Roholt3 years ago in Fiction
Divinity
Every witch has a specialty – a method to connect with nature unique to each individual. Many witches use crystals, herbs, or candles in their practices and rituals, but a witch’s true power comes from what she can create. Mother Nature is an artist, and her daughters take after her.
By Tristin Roholt3 years ago in Fiction
Irrational
Rain was my favorite weather. It would rain for hours at a time, especially in the spring. I would open my window to hear the sounds, or I would sit on the floor in front of it and watch the droplets run down the glass, resting my chin in my arms on the window pane. In my upstairs bedroom, I had a beautiful view; vast plains of grasslands in the distance, shallow hills like ocean waves. Here and there, a vein of greenery, bushes and trees, cut through the land. The thickest and longest of which ran close to the farmhouse I lived in, and though I couldn’t see it through the foliage, I knew it covered the banks of a shallow river.
By Tristin Roholt3 years ago in Horror
