Sight

Genre: Fantasy
About: Wrote it on a whim
Blurb:

Ecore could hardly believe it. He found it. He found it at last!

The Blood of the Sanctioned. He could feel the heat of the molten stone radiating off the cliff along with an impending sense of victory. A surreal glow surrounded the area, even in the moonless night. Above the lavafall sat a crude head with horns and a gaping mouth.

A Rose-Tinted Reality

Genre: Speculative fiction
About: Something I wrote for a contest
Blurb:

Yellow police tape covered the door. Men in blue uniforms milled around, wisps in the light. He could almost hear them, mere thoughts of the future. Time was relative, if not the same as the time he lived in now amongst the twilight.

The Boy in My Mind

Genre: General fiction
About: Based on a surreal dream I had
Blurb:

All those times in every dream, whether I looked through his eyes or he saw through mine, we were one and the same. I was him, and he was I. He stood by my side at every step, even during my waking hours. But I never recognized him, not until now.

I knew the next time I saw him, he would be a stranger to me.

After Escaping the Wolf

Genre: Fantasy
About: A retelling of Red Riding Hood and Aladdin merged together. My entry for Rewind the Classics 2021.
Blurb:

Red was never the same after the murder of her grandmother. One thing led to another, a life for a life, and soon the girl and the wolf became forever known as enemies.

It was this encounter when the wolf spotted the red-hooded girl walking in the woods and immediately chased her down, the intent to kill raging in his eyes. It was only by chance that Red escaped into a cave.

In this cave, however, lived a secret, one that had been hidden from the world for centuries. With such power sitting firmly in her hands, who knew what the future would bring.

No Difference Between Us, Face to Face on the Battlefield

Genre: Fantasy
About: A human and a fae chasing each other down until one or both falls. I wrote this for the Of Monsters and Us contest.
Blurb:

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙙. 𝙀𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚.

King of the City

Genre: Science Fiction
About: A Robin Hood retelling in a cyberpunk world. Written for the Rewind the Classics contest, and won 2nd place on WattpadPunkFiction.
Blurb:

"What?!"

He hunched over the newspaper in vain, swiping through the article once again. Perhaps he read it wrong. "Did they just call me dangerous? I don't even carry anything! Anything lethal at least..."

A sigh left his lips, and he tossed the screen behind him with a roll of his eyes. It flickered and sputtered before completely shutting off, leaving behind the little cube it came in.

"And what's with this whole 'cat burglar' thing?" he continued to grumble, kicking a can causing the sound to echo around the empty, hollow alleyway. "Why can't they just call me Robin Hood?"

Nameless King

Genre: Fantasy
About: Something I wrote on a whim for Inkitt when I was testing it out.
Blurb:

A nameless town in a nameless world sent a boy into the forest, as every full moon a sacrifice was given. No one knew why anymore, but none cared to question it.

It wasn't as if a nameless boy would be remembered.

Lore

Genre: Post-Apocalyptic
About: A writing project for a class.
Blurb:

The diary of a boy in a time unfathomable.

What was once a normal day soon turns into a tragedy, forcing them up to the Overworld there they've hid from for centuries.

The Train

Genre: Horror
About: A writing prompt to write a story including certain words.
Blurb:

In my hometown, there was only one way to get in and out. That was by the train which stopped twice a day. Once to pick up passengers, and once to let passengers go. However, every once in a while, that train never returns, and the passengers disappear. Everyone tries to avoid the old train, but here in this dusty little town, there's barely enough to sustain us. Most have to leave for The City.

Photo Editing

Genre: Horror
About: A random daydream(?) I had once while taking a photography class.
Blurb:

It was late in the night when I was editing photos from a funeral. Something wasn't right.