Erick Ian Gael
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I enjoy storytelling. I enjoy imagination. I enjoy creating a world with both at the helm and allowing the reader to use them.
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Broken
My daughter would be dead. The alarm goes off. I wake up. I get dressed. Instead of heading into work like I usually would, I head towards the make-shift dining room office. I boot up my computer. The low glow of the logo illuminates as it loads up for the day.
By Erick Ian Gael5 years ago in Psyche
The Octopus Tree
“She takes care of me. She always takes care of me.” That was the only way Blair could explain how he survived falling down the hill near his house. He never reached the river at the bottom, and even with it snowing, his parents found him, alive. He should have never survived that accident. That was years ago, and he’s dedicated his life to taking care of her, farming, and producing crops and lumber for years. It doesn’t matter how the season goes; she provides. Blair knows if he takes care of her, she will take care of him. Midday Blair is about to quit for the day. As he moves the tractor into the barn, he sees several cars speed by him. One right after another, each of them filled with people holding signs and screaming out the window. He walks to the end of the driveway; he overhears the train of cars yell, “Save the trees!”
By Erick Ian Gael6 years ago in Futurism
