Tyler C Clark
I'm a poet who discovered a love for fiction. This seems like a good place to stretch my writing legs and and try some writing challenges.
The Legend of the Pico Paste
In the hills above Big Sur, California there was a boy scout camp called Camp Pico Blanco. The camp's cafeteria was famous for an oatmeal recipe known among boy scouts far and wide as pico paste. It was a grey gruel so thick and flavorless it functioned better as an adhesive than food, a theory put to the test repeatedly by many. Boy scouts would get in trouble for spreading pico paste on a plate and pressing the plate to a cabin wall. The boy scouts made bets about how long the plate would stay in place, betting money, candy, trinkets, or chores in pico paste roulette.
The Chroma Trinity
There weren't always dragons in the valley. The topsoil of the farmlands wasn't always an acid bog. The cypress fields weren't always a wasteland of charcoal and ash. And our city, Teglata, capital of the Republic of Whaica, once a bastion of knowledge and learning, diplomacy and trade, wasn't always frozen in ice. Before Mount Mynquet, the Liquid Peak, exploded, releasing the Chroma Trinity from their primordial prison, this valley was a paradise. Now every orc, human, and elf that lived peacefully in this valley are slaves to three flying tyrants who demand tribute in gold, sacrifice, or blood with each passing season. Only a few of Teglata's citizens dare to fight back. It begs the question: what mere mortal would dare stand up to a single draconic tyrant—let alone three. I hope to find the answer in these caverns.
The Dying Breath of Dragons
"There weren't always dragons in the Valley," Old Man Yuri said. Yuri was a grey-haired dwarf. Every s-word he spoke made a whistle through the gap in his teeth. "Before they showed up, we held back the armies of the dead best we could on our own. Turns out fire-spittin' lizards are handy when you're fightin' the undead."
Before the Rooster Crows
Lorenzo shuddered as blood trickled down the side of his face from a deep gash in his brow. "He’s had enough," Luigi said. The beating stopped. They had him tied to a chair in a cellar where the salted hind legs of pigs hung in rows like trophies. The dry air smelled like meat and salty wounds. "Untie him."
Eugene carefully severed Gary’s foot with a kitchen knife by the dim light of his bedside lamp. Eugene felt sick. Gary had been a horrible bunkmate. He smelled bad, he chewed loudly with his mouth open, and he left hair all over the sink. But the worst part was the snoring. Gary snored like a grizzly bear. A grizzly bear with asthma. That’s why he needed to die.
- Second Place in Return of the Night Owl Challenge
If a Tree FallsSecond Place in Return of the Night Owl Challenge
Day 1 “I keep losing things.” Sean felt uncomfortable sitting on this sofa. It was situated too low to the ground and its cushions were hard and flat. Sean’s therapist, Peter, sat in an office chair across from him with a notepad on his lap.
ADHD and Me
My Journey with ADHD People with atypical neurology often find themselves not knowing where they fit in society. From an early age, people with ADHD find themselves at odds with an educational system that forces them to sit down and focus for hours on end. Once a child gets home from school, they are expected to sit down and focus even longer on their homework. These tasks feel directly counter-intuitive to the way their mind works. For a child with ADHD, it can feel as though the institutions they must participate in are specifically designed to work against them; a round peg being forced into a square hole.
Benny & the Thing in the Basement
Benny ordered two Hawaiian pizzas with cheesy bread sticks, hot wings, and a full 2 liter Mountain Dew. His mom was out of town at a knitting convention, and he was gonna game all weekend. He was thinking he’d play some WoW, some LoL, then space it out with some anime while he ate the pile of junk food at his disposal. He even remembered to stop and grab some antacids while he was buying chips and candy at the store.