Crystal Neal
Bio
Hello, my name is Crystal Neal. I have been writing for over twenty years, with a focus on short stories and poems. I am an aspiring writer and one day wish to write a full length novel.
Stories (10)
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The One Who Lived
“You should have told me!” Ryan was visibly flustered and rightfully so. Anyone would feel this way if they discovered that the being they accidentally impaled was the mother of their newfound enemy. THERna was nothing to mess with. She was just as deadly as Anges or worse in many ways. Hearing her name alone drove chills into unfortunate souls because it was screamed and not plainly spoken.
By Crystal Neal9 months ago in Fiction
Panic Driven
"You have to get up!" A groan escaped him as he writhed. It took a moment for him to process what Shadow was shouting. "We need to fight back! Upandat'em!"He scrambled to his feet, narrowly avoiding the blast."Fuckin' Hell!" If the creature told him "I told you so" again, he would lose his mind. Whipping around, his eyes squeezed shut, and he threw his hands up defensively. Runes visibly rotated around his hands in a clockwise direction along the edges of the invisible shield. The magik was the only thing standing between him and death.
By Crystal Neal10 months ago in Fiction
Not As Faithful
The sulfuric smells were overpowering. Large groups of people huddled around a single spot. Aside from the occasional gurgle, the day was perfect. The sky above was the color of purest azure. People did murmur. There were some children who yanked on their mommy's or daddy's sleeve. All impatient over the big proclaimed miracle that occurred on time every day since God knows when. Standing on the platform far enough away, I too was just as impatient. When it did happen, it wasn't as marvelous as everyone proclaimed. As a young preteen, I turned up my nose. "Old Fateful isn't that big! I didn't even get wet!"
By Crystal Neal10 months ago in Fiction
Stuff of Books
Ryan made his way across the commons. On the far side of the campus was a small independent bookstore, where he spent most of his time, aside from eating near the cafeteria. He wasn't enrolled in the school, despite the owner's urgings. On this day, the wind was especially strong. As he walked, the gusts whipped around him like a foreboding force—a warning he chose to ignore. He was running later than usual, and he knew his boss would likely scold him for it. Which made him more anxious than normal.
By Crystal Neal10 months ago in Fiction
Fleeing Fate
Brown, his eyes were the color of mud. There was nothing special about them. They lightened considerably when he came in contact with his daemon kin. They almost glowed, but with the color of melted chocolate. It was like a shock to his system. His hand was not singed from the flames that covered the animal's body. His fingers felt tingly after he had been thrown back hard enough to land on top of Shadow. He used his hands to pull himself upright. As he did he used the wolf's body as leverage without thinking. There wasn't too much time to marvel at what occurred. Ryan heard Agnes screaming outside of the cabin. He had not planned to be tossed through a wall. It caused his body to ache all over. "We better get moving!" His companion warned him. "Come on, Ryan, move faster!"
By Crystal Neal10 months ago in Fiction
Peace in the Moment
"Come 'ere stud." Elenor took him by the hand and yanked him over. She didn't care what occurred around he. One of their children for some odd reason, had a turkey in the toilet. She'd deal with it later. All that mattered was her husband. As his wife, it was rare for them to have moments alone. It was either work, housework, or the kids driving her nuts. She was beyond frustrated at the lack of time with Pete. Closing in, she wrapped her arms around him. Their lips met with an electric sparking coarsing through her. Yes, she needed this more than anything.
By Crystal Neal10 months ago in Fiction
Mall Chaos
This is chaotic. Trying my best to focus, I stood to the side. A dude who looked awfully similar to Abe Lincoln ran past me. It caused me to jump out of the way. “Holy shit, did you see that?!” I asked my best friend Jacob. He nodded. It was easy to tell he was overstimulated, like when he had to talk in front of the class. It was crazy. One of my friends waved us down near the skating rink. We passed by some crazy guy going nuts on a set of keyboards. The sound of messed/ up rock filled my ears. My friend covered his ears and yanked at my arm. Probably because I stopped. Rock was my favorite type of music. My parents often put on the classics like Kiss. Still, Jacob pulled me away. I could see my friends waving frantically and laughed. An old guy was on the ice, belly down and sliding. My eyes rolled at the sight. “You guys have better things to do than laugh at someone's grandpa?”
By Crystal Neal10 months ago in Fiction
His Father's Son
Tedros was many things; one of them being that he was his father's son. He was very much stubborn and set in his ways. In his eighteen years, he found there was little he could do to change his destiny. It was a future he grappled with since he could remember. On his desk, he found a torn piece of parchment. Frantically, he read it over a few times. Anger and grief rolled through him heavily, making his stomach twist. Now the throne laid on his shoulders. It was a truth he hoped would not come so soon. Crumpling it angrily, he went to find the one item he knew she couldn't handle. No one could lift it except for him and his father.
By Crystal Neal10 months ago in Fiction
