It’s the last five minutes in the last lecture of the year. My hands grip behind my back, and I feel the buzz. I am The Static Touch. Pulling both hands back around, they grip the desk in front of me. The tingle running through my body says I need to calm down. But that … Continue reading The Static Touch (A story from Thargonos City)
As I play my ocarina over the hills, Lovely birds sing back in musical trills. The sky shines down upon my face, Pushing up my playing pace. Notes fill up the lively air, And up pop squirrels, cute, a pair. They dance from side to side, And harmonize with voices that glide. A … Continue reading Poetry Of Music
At the very top of a glimmering building, sits a young man. His black hair stands wildly, like a mane, a dull black carbon plate armor, covers everything but his head and face, and dark stubble covers an angular jaw, complementing well a pair of grayish blue eyes. And his body is relaxed, vulnerable. … Continue reading “Yes.” (Sequel to Game or Life)
As I sit in front of the computer, a large block of text remains untouched. It’s been like that for the last four hours. Some would see it as meaningless letters, some would be impressed by its literacy, but those like me see it as a wall. A wall woven together by my own … Continue reading The Will And The Wall
Kenneth stood on a hill, overlooking the Abs. facility. A cold wind blew his hair all around, but had no effect on the rest of his body. "I stole a thirty thousand dollar suit of armor, which officially makes me a criminal."
In the cement locker room, sitting just beneath a massive Capture the Flag stadium, Kenneth stood in front of his locker. Inside the locker was his exoskeleton. Instead of taking it out, and putting it on, he turned around, and walked over to the doorway. In the hallway just to his left, a security … Continue reading Game On (Part 2 of Game or Life)
In a valley between the Rockies, beneath a brightening sun, the wind speaks if you listen, and the grass is cropped short. Kenneth, a fifteen year old boy, strode out onto an obstacle covered field. Only I’m not sure you could call it striding. The white and blue exoskeleton covering him from head to … Continue reading Game Over (Part 1 of Game or Life)
"On the far horizon, as far as eyes can see, a city stretched unending ever towards the sea. North, south, east, west, it never seemed to end.In past it was a haven, shelter from the storm. But as the storm grew stronger, the city quailed and quaked. Soldiers beyond number overthrew the gate, led by … Continue reading Singing Of Light
The Bookshelf Staircase, where I, The Friendly Wordsmith, can write short stories about many different people from many different worlds, with many different personalities. It is my Bookshelf, which you can access at any time. My commitment is to come up with at least one story every month, but I may present more. I hope … Continue reading Welcome to…
