Tyler C Clark
Bio
I'm a poet who discovered a love for fiction. This seems like a good place to stretch my legs.
Achievements (1)
Stories (22/0)
Xystus the Swift
Xystus the Swift, the Messenger God, spared the briefest thought for mortals as he stretched his wings of quicksilver and soared over the land of Gofwath. He could barely spare more than a nanosecond of pity for such slow and short-lived creatures. Xystus the Swift could travel farther and wider in an instant than any mortal could in a lifetime. Besides, he had much to do and little time before the Platinum Council convened on the Astral Sea. Such an event only occurred once a millennia in mortal years.
By Tyler C Clark2 years ago in Fiction
Railroaded
"Let me tell you about my pocket watch." I sat in the passenger compartment of a train across from a man dressed like he'd walked out of a gangster film set in the 1920s: flat cap, three-piece suit, slim tie. He held a polished pocket watch in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
By Tyler C Clark2 years ago in Fiction
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.
By Tyler C Clark2 years ago in Fiction
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.
By Tyler C Clark2 years ago in Fiction
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."
By Tyler C Clark2 years ago in Fiction
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."
By Tyler C Clark2 years ago in Fiction
Porthole Problem
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.
By Tyler C Clark2 years ago in Horror
- 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.
By Tyler C Clark2 years ago in Horror
