Debaro Huyler
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I spend hours scribbling stories in a tattered notebook. Stories are meant to be shared though, so here is where I’ll share them.
Stories (10)
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ChronoSavior
Jessica gazed out at the horizon, overwhelmed by the enormity of what had just happened. She had done it. She had risked her life to prevent World War III and the destruction it would have caused. She had done it. For the first time, in a long time, she was proud of herself. More importantly, she was relieved that it was finally over.
By Debaro Huyler 3 years ago in Fiction
Pinky and Brain
My left foot slid across the thick black stone. A crack echoed through the air. I remember looking around in confusion, trying to make sense of the situation before me. "What happened?" I asked as my memories refused to rewind themselves. Something was wrong. Though no one had said a word, I could feel the anxiety radiating off the people around me like a cloud of dust rising on a hot summer day. The fear emanating in the gadget-filled sterile room had its own auditory form that shot through my body like streaks of lightning. It was then that I felt fear for the first time.
By Debaro Huyler 3 years ago in Fiction
cryonically preserved
As Justin woke up, he laid still. He couldn't get the fog in front of his eyes to go away, no matter how much he blinked. He tried hard with no luck. His skull vibrated. His back hurt. The cold, rough surface where he laid caused him unbearable anguish. He was nude. Why? He was uncertain. He knew he should care, feel embarrassed when he felt his genitals recede from the frigid air. However, he didn't care.
By Debaro Huyler 4 years ago in Fiction
The abyss
She was completely alone. No people, no animals, not even a mosquito. Going down into the bunker, she believed everything would be the same when she resurfaced and that the siren would have been a false alarm. When she sensed the profound stillness about her, it was obvious that the world had changed.
By Debaro Huyler 4 years ago in Fiction
No. 27
I could feel the heat rising from the corpse as I knelt. I took deep breaths while swallowing. Every six seconds, I forced myself to stop crying by closing my eyes. The streetlights' embers illuminated the evil we were confronting. I thought there might be red stains where blood would have spilled. Maybe a piece of an exposed organ. I saw nothing but black. The body was merely an indistinct form. It was far blacker than the asphalt it covered. As I noticed movement to the right, I drew my Glock reflexively. The radio's crackle overloaded my eardrum. I knew she was whispering, but I grumbled and turned down my radio as Jo muttered, "It's just rats. Massive rats. Through my scope, they look like toys. Jaxon, you should move. If you stay out there, you'll be noticed by anyone looking."
By Debaro Huyler 5 years ago in Fiction
