Eric Brooks
Bio
I'm a puppeteer, musician and story creator. I bring these together to enhance the brilliant stories that connect us all, and bring more joy to the world.
Story Dreamer • Motion Photos
Character Creator • Song Writer
Stories (7)
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Star Dragons: Kelphus's Chase
Kelphus, a Star Dragon, blazes ahead at full speed, her aquatic-like body moving from wormhole to wormhole, jumping over gates where the tunnels meet. Her head still spinning, and she is stunned by what she has just witnessed. All she can think of is Drideon, so she accelerates, that their search and final hope of returning home will not be in vain. The Star Dragon's fate is dependent on stopping the Crystal War by reclaiming a lost gateway to Mirz Uhndersand, the Star Dragon’s home World.
By Eric Brooks3 years ago in Fiction
Wendel Diego
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. A figure carries an oil lamp through a grove of Chokecherries, near a grazing herd of deer. He magically inclines the deer to jump into a tree, turning them all into bunches of the hanging fruit. He then violently shakes the branches, tumbling their yield into a deep basin, where he bows his crown into a grisly feed, drenches his head in gobbling red. With a sopping-toothed grin, he licks down his chin, eyes surfacing about for more bloodfruit, as the grainy light of his lamp soon lands upon me.
By Eric Brooks4 years ago in Horror
High Arkana
2033. Deep within the Puerto Rico Trench, a subduction event violently shakes the Cenozoic crust, slamming it shut. The U.S. rim of the trench dropped thirty feet, shattering land barriers separating freshwater from salt. An Atlantic king tide jet streams onto the Gulf and East Coasts, drowning coastal populations and migrating millions inland.
By Eric Brooks5 years ago in Fiction
These, My Favorite Things.
Once upon a time, in the land of Snow and Mountain, a baby boy was born sunny side up to a family of heartache and challenge. His Grandfather, a wise old painter, who worked in the magic land of Hollywood, nourished the young boys enthusiasm for the art of storytelling. His mother taught him how to use song and dance to lift his spirits and his father encouraged his curious soul. The boy learned early on, that laughter is good medicine, cooperation could make dreams come true and believing in yourself is the magic key to reassembling a broken heart.
By Eric Brooks5 years ago in Humans
If not for Spoobis, there'd not be a story about him.
Story has been a part of my life as long as I can remember. Growing up, whenever my mom and I would make puppets, I would fold them into my performances and home movies. My grandpa, the quintessential storyteller, who worked at Paramount Studios, taught me that small groups of people can pull off great feats when they believe whole-heartedly and work together.
By Eric Brooks5 years ago in Humans
