Eli Chamley
Bio
Eli Chamley is a 22-year-old father and writer from South Dakota who has been writing since he was 13. While not published, Eli has written 8 books and plans on many more!
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The Red Death
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Aleya thought, and soon enough, they'd be gone again for good… Aleya sat in a crouch, overlooking the mist-filled forest floor. She'd been on her stakeout for little more than an hour, but the aching in her thighs helped her to appreciate the time. She'd been careful to sit absolutely still in her hiding place among the branches. Any sudden movement could have given her away. Her younger sister, Herr, shifted her weight slowly beside her, uneasily glancing in all directions. Herr pursed her lips and stared out, same as Aleya, resting one hand on the dagger on her belt and the other on the tree beside her. She looked a lot like their mother, more than Aleya. Her frame was much smaller than Aleya's and she knew she could remain on her perch well enough, so Aleya kept her worrying trained on herself, and the things only she could control. Like watching the dawn break.
By Eli Chamley4 years ago in Fiction
The Ceremony
Boom. Boom. "Chay! Chay! Chay!" Boom. Boom. "Chay! Chay! Chay!" In the distance, the drums and chanting echoed in Aelin's ears. Even as he tried to ignore it, it reminded him of a giant creature's heartbeat. Boom. Boom. It began to frighten him. In the tent with his mother, he played quietly with his small figurines. He'd been recently teased for them and their crude design, but as a gift from his grandfather; relics from his youth, Aelin was in constant gratitude owning the gifts. The figurines in question were scale models of great beasts that were said to have roamed the deserts. A yeret made up the larger, a bulk with curves said to be similar to that of a "chimpanzee”. It allegedly walked mostly on its hands, but due to the nature of great desert beasts, was hardly seen during waking hours. The two other toys were different types of hertoj, a massive insectoid creature that supposedly emerged from hidden sand caves built by its design to lay in wait, to rip apart passers-by. If they were living, Aelin would easily control the hertoj in his possession as they were barely larger than his hand.
By Eli Chamley4 years ago in Fiction
Memory Of The Future // The Mission
The notes rang high in the school auditorium ceiling as Elizabeth’s hand glided gently over the ivory keys. She played softly, a variation on Vivaldi. She let herself feel the music and found herself swaying back and forth on the bench. Before she knew it, she had carried herself away and her young tutor-student was reluctantly tapping on her shoulder. Tre had waited through a whole minute of her demonstrating the piece to him. Elizabeth let up and cleared her throat.
By Eli Chamley4 years ago in Fiction
