Tyler Barry
Bio
I am an avid writer and have been in the writing game since I was very young... I hope to be able to share my expertise with more people.
Stories (8/0)
The Old West Is Dying, And So Did She
A greyed frock coat clad down with a dark vest was what kept comfort to the locket that sat in the left inner pocket of a twenty-two-year-old’s trousers. He had been sat long enough in the leather red seat of a saloon that was closing down for the night to know he had no risk of robbery any longer. As the balding man behind the counter began to drone on about the randoms that often came once and never again to his bar stools, the younger took it to himself to gaze upon the locket once more. It was as if the scheduled times to do it, a growing obsession that didn’t have any luck of halting.
By Tyler Barry3 years ago in Criminal
Inside Leningrad, 1941
PROLOGUE 21ST, JULY, 1941. The overwhelming sense of air that had been thrown off of it’s course made itself far from silently known, as it passed by the once muffled eardrums of a courted soldier, lining his back up behind the substantial bags of sand that seemed to become their fortified blockages over time of what was genuine defense being used for the centric blockades around the city. Though, it seemed to be what he once mistook for the angers of Mother Nature, were the graces of lead that their rival formalities found so comforting in their times of need. With the quick motion that ducked his head behind the fortifications, he instinctively courted the rackety SVT-40 of a fallen comrade closer to his chest-- a quick breath in, and a longer one out-- bringing him back from the chastise of slowed fantasy, and into reality.
By Tyler Barry3 years ago in Serve
In Light Of WandaVision Hype... Let Me Crush Your Dreams
Wanda Maximoff; a character we all love and is known by many, a woman who is the face of one of the majorly important superhero team The Avengers, the daughter of the metal-bending holocaust survivor Magneto, a woman who does nothing but fights for what she most believes in even if goes against everything she knows. Wanda Maximoff; The incredibly powerful mutant that’s given the scarlet, or chaos magic that aids her in fighting major demons of her own and the rest of the Avengers, and gave her the name she’s built her entire legacy underneath -- The Scarlet Witch. She is known in the mcu (Marvel Cinematic Universe) verse as the blonde with the face of Elizabeth Olsen, an incredible actor yet incredibly wrong for taking the role. Why, you may ask? In the comics, her original form and where she initially came from, she is both Romani and Jewish-- completely separating her from Elizabeth Olsen, completely separating her from the character the MCU built off of Wanda Maximoff, a white, christian woman.
By Tyler Barry3 years ago in Geeks
The Great Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne Debate
Known around the world in both the world of reality and their own fictional Earth (and, technically, galaxy), these two share the similarity of being insanely rich, corporate owning superheroes. In fact, some terminology of the initial ‘superhero’ may not even fit them, but that’s what people usually think of first. Two separate human beings apart of two different universes, though people compare them more times than two people have ever been compared before. Of course, specifying on their movie counterparts while also including bits of their comic verses. But, here’s the thing that no one has ever thought of, aside from the constant comparisons-- the two share more differences than ever. Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne have constantly been brought to light as the same person through their own universe, but here’s the thing. They are more different than they are the same, and this essay is to prove exactly that, here to prove that their differences separate them more than a protagonist and their faithful, ever so faithful, antagonist (that made the story exactly what it needs to be).
By Tyler Barry3 years ago in Geeks
What is Avatar: The Last Airbender Really Based On?
The Difference in Identity and Geography in the Avatar Universe Growing up, in an American household within an American neighborhood (one that was also overwhelmingly white), I wasn’t really exposed to the intricacies and specifications of identity and race within media. It wasn’t something I often thought about, but it also meant that going into everything I watched, I would imagine them as if they were white. It wasn’t like an eight-year-old to go into too much depth with the shows he watched anyways, so it meant there wasn’t a lot of researching going on to dupe what I had begun to think. It also meant that no one else I had known as an eight-year-old really thought much about it either. We all kept our relation and view on the show quiet in all matters except enjoying it as it was. It was an unbiased view, but it still faltered on its own; as I wasn’t as educated enough as I am now to understand that not everyone I see in animated media is a white person.
By Tyler Barry3 years ago in Geeks
Being a Sagittarius
Growing up a Sagittarius, I found myself not often seeing things about my star sign. It always seemed to be the star sign that got pushed to the back of things, not included in astrology posts, and even more. It led to me not often really going into the basis of being a Sagittarius. I would hear about others and their pride in their signs or I would hear others begin to compare their compatibility with one another and just not really know anything that it meant. Just because I never really put that foot down in trying to figure out something deeper about my star sign. Which meant I never really got to see whether or not I was even similar to other Sagittarians, if I had remotely any similarities, or if my compatibility with my friends was close to what astrology gave off good vibes for.
By Tyler Barry3 years ago in Futurism
Sigmund
He wasn’t one who often dealt with the soreness of his limbs after hard work. Hard work.. As if it was even close to being a physically gruelling activity. It was nothing short of a slight strain. But as the next hour curled around the longest finger upon his school-age wall clock, his arm seemed to ache like no other. Each word seemed to take more energy out of him than the last, a bead of sweat forming from his cheek as he monitored the pain that overcame him. The pain, at least, was familiar-- he had just never felt it so physically. To such an intensity that he felt a sickness overwhelming him.
By Tyler Barry3 years ago in Petlife
