Daniel Pierce
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Filmmaker, voice actor, producer. It all start with writing. All writing starts with listening. I’m always listening.
Stories (19)
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Alpha Omega
The sound of metal rhythmically clanking in tempo woke Cal into darkness and a cold wind swept over his naked body. Waking him from what, he didn’t know. He could have sworn he was involved in something, but he was only at the edge of a memory and could not unlock anything in his mind.
By Daniel Pierce3 years ago in Fiction
The Hand of Fate
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Though, Celia felt she’d always been here in the immense comforts of the cabin’s warm air and hard wood cedar interior. The smell of chocolate and old books permeated her senses as she turned the page to her book she’d been far too much into, to venture outside today.
By Daniel Pierce4 years ago in Horror
Child of the Stars
There weren’t always dragons in the valley, nor were there mages, but what Aphelia just witnessed back in the city, was something more than such myths her grand-elder had relished in elaborate tales of folklore to her. She feared even he would be mystified by what she just witnessed, before all she knew, in her 9 years, was disintegrated into the plume of smoke now far behind her, ominous in its grim taunt over her hometown; its orange glow like a hellish ember burning against the calm admiral valley.
By Daniel Pierce4 years ago in Fiction
This Side of Time
Samantha’s diminutive young fingers sunk into the dark soil, plowing through the old oak leaves married with the dirt through time. Stopping she felt the burden of no memory of how she got here and most of all why she was digging in the ground for what seemed to a forest floor. The surround trees, told her that much. The moon, full tonight, gave all its light to tell her it was at least late autumn if not early winter, for the leaves were few on the slender oaks, but many on the ground. Though, the moon was ominous and the the trees talkative with their creaking sways to the night’s breeze, none of this felt threatening to Samantha. In fact, all of this sewn together felt more like — home. Oddly, even the winter air did not feel cold, if anything, she felt a sudden swell of warmth. Possibly from inside, she was unsure, she just knew felt a sense of comfort that, despite her lack of memory, seemed foreign to her recent past.
By Daniel Pierce5 years ago in Wander
