Eric Wegner
Bio
I am a playwright and associate producer who loves fantasy stories and storytelling in all its forms. A good portion of my life was spent surviving with people from around the world which inspired empowering tales from unique perspectives.
Stories (4)
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Children of the Moon
THERE WEREN'T ALWAYS DRAGONS IN THE VALLEY. In fact, before the summer moon, there wasn't a living soul that had seen one. Tonight, there were two of them. Nawgua could smell their scent on the cool breeze brushing against his face. He could not see them yet from his perch among the full moon cliffs, but they were there and still drawing nearer. He had to warn the clans, but he didn't want to draw the dragons' attention to his.
By Eric Wegner4 years ago in Fiction
A Bulls Head Missed
The grass in early summer always smelled so musky and sweet it called for me to run barefoot through the fields near my house. The wind bourne scent caressed my face as I stood upon the weathered oak porch of my childhood home. How I wished to roam free and not as a captive to the volatile world inside. Stepping back into that world was like voluntarily stepping on a landmine, but returning was not necessary yet. I still had a few minutes to fill my lungs with the wild breath of the countryside. A few minutes for the imagination to soar...
By Eric Wegner4 years ago in Fiction
