Deasun T. Smyth
Bio
Eighteen years ago… I was born into the wind-swept lands of the prairies – where I regularly fly on dragons and battle goblin kings.
I'm a First Nation's wannabe writer, trying to survive college...
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Jasper's Greatest Heist
Jasper wasn’t going to be stuck with boring kibble, he had a plan. His master had pasta in the living room, and Jasper the dog was going to get it. The previous night he spent the whole time sawing, crafting, moving, setting, and glueing. And as his master sat down, Jasper got into position.
By Deasun T. Smyth3 years ago in Fiction
Vengeance
This sinister deed was done. When I left the house — hiding my assassin’s blade. I trotted lively down the cobbled street, for what had I to fear? I’m nothing but a shadow in the background of a city, an assassin who’s job was done. My confidence and posture told a story of a gentleman. Till’ at the bend of the street, I saw a dog sitting near the ditch, the dog was something I couldn’t quite understand. Its face was almost black, with brown peppered across its muzzle. It had pointed ears, and bright eyes, it was a rather handsome mutt.
By Deasun T. Smyth3 years ago in Fiction
