Typheus Wolf
Bio
Aspiring author.
Stories (6/0)
A Saga of Solicia: Orkos Vol. 1 Teaser
A Saga of Solicia: Orkos Vol. 1 “He that wears the shackles of the warrior will have walked the golden path, only to deny it; shall be cast out and hidden away for his shame. He will one day interlope with a royal and receive a son, a bastard of birds. He will die and rise again. The beat of his wings will bring about the end.”
By Typheus Wolf2 years ago in Fiction
My grandpa is getting remarried
My grandfather is getting remarried- to a woman he has never met in person. So it was back in october of 2019, when my grandmother passed away, and my job wrote me up for taking the time off to spend time with her before we took her off life support. But that's another story.
By Typheus Wolf2 years ago in Confessions
The Late Night Blog.
The Late night Blog Ch. 1 The storytelling potential of anime, and its stagnant nature at this time. I have been in love with not just anime, but stories for as long as I can remember. I have suffered from a type of suffocating feeling since I was a child. The type of closed-off asphyxiation that makes you feel alone in a filled room. Disconnection might be the simplest word to use.
By Typheus Wolf2 years ago in Geeks
The Boy in the Barn.
He felt heavy at the sight of it. Like he was the muddy earth that it stood on. It was for this weight it had put on him, that he held it at a chokehold within his mind. An imaginary prisoner he kept locked away, and the only recreational time it had was when he was alone. “I'm sorry sir but there are still some papers left for you to sign.” Marshall turned to look at Tom. he felt like Tom was some sort of cold husk. Lanky, pale skin, and sunken eyes, all tucked in a nice suit. He looked at Tom, up and down. He made him feel cold and husk-like as well, as he was handed the papers. “Thank you, sir. I will leave you and return tomorrow to pick them up. I believe that much time will suffice?” Marshall nodded, as his face grew dark. Tom seemed to glide on the mud as he climbed into his car, and it too seemed to run like some hydrophobic machine, untainted by the sticky substance. Marshall felt cleanliness as soon as Tom's car had gone through the gates, like a warm shower washing away a cold slime. Bella came out of the house, and grabbing hold of Marshall, she smoothly rubbed his back, looking at him with sadness and love. “Are you okay?” she asked, as she wiped some dirt that seemed to reach on Marshall's cheek. “Yeah. go on and take the kids back to the hotel, I still need to do a couple of things, and then we can head out tomorrow.” she nodded, and went back into the house, coming out later with the children and driving out.
By Typheus Wolf3 years ago in Horror
"The lights in the sky, are stars."
The wind howls through the great wastes that once were something, but now are simply wide expanding deserts. Flatlands dried by sun and scarred by craters. It was a lonely place, Kid thought, the wind had told him that all his life. But every now and then, when he would stop for sandstorms or just to rest, hidden away in a crag or a cave on a side of a barren mountain, he would look up. Colors that weren't dead and dried, had painted the sky. The Milky way. It had lived up to its name at times like these. “The lights,.” He would whisper to himself, as his eyes all but sank into the ever expanding heavens.
By Typheus Wolf3 years ago in Futurism