Blake Johnson
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Fiction writer and traveller, hoping to one day live on the road and write from there. Seeking challenges to broaden my skills and influences through a diverse range of writing techniques and genres.
Stories (17)
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Defining the Moment. Honorable Mention in The Moment That Changed Everything Challenge.
“In today’s world, change happens fast—and sometimes, it takes just one moment to send ripples across lives, communities, and even the globe. But ripples are hard to detect. They are small, almost irrelevant at the time. A duck doesn’t notice a ripple in a pond. A fisherman doesn’t notice the ripple of a small movement in the vast ocean. Most ripples fade away, their energy lost lapping against the strong foundations of the landscape in which the body of water is contained. But, given time, these ripples can lead to something more. A small ripple in an ocean can grow, and grow, until it becomes an unstoppable tidal wave, whose energy crashes through all barriers and attempts to dissipate it, leading to unfathomable destruction.”
By Blake Johnson12 months ago in The Swamp
Future Preservation. Runner-Up in Future Fragments Challenge.
Every single day life on my island followed pretty much the same pattern. Until I saw the ghosts. I was on the beach with my cousins, scuttling over the rock pools searching from some crabs to use as bait. We were going to go fishing later on the edge of the reef. Then, out of nowhere, a bunch of hazy blue ghosts appeared, flickering into existence near the coconut palms. I yelled a warning to my cousins, but by the time anyone else looked they were gone.
By Blake Johnsonabout a year ago in Futurism
What lies beneath
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. I looked into the rear-view mirror as we curved around another corner. Toby was asleep in the back seat. The smile had been glued to his face from the moment we picked him up from school. Katie was sitting beside me, talking non-stop about the latest work drama. I tried to follow along and nod at the right times, but most of my focus was on ensuring we stayed on the road. The cabin had been in the family for generations, it felt like my true home. But I wasn’t exactly familiar with the drive.
By Blake Johnson3 years ago in Horror
