Ethan J Bearden
Bio
I am a Middle School English teacher of nearly 10 years. I have been writing most of my life, even dabbling in self publishing in my early years. I have two books to my name, "The Eyes of the Angel," and "Project Villainous: a Tragedy."
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The President's Chair
Stage Right: Interior, apartment living room. A man sits slouched on a loveseat facing a TV screen. He is wearing a headset. The muffled sound of yelling tells us that his volume is louder than necessary. The coffee table is filled with books that vary in thickness. Along the back wall we see a light through a door frame with the sound of pots and pans rattling and a woman's voice humming.
By Ethan J Bearden3 years ago in Horror
Fallen Sun Rising Moon
Day came early that night, if only for a moment. To most of those awake in the land, it appeared the sun, jealous of the moon’s dominance of the dark and eager to claim it as its own, lunged toward the earth before crashing with the sound of a million stones, shattering the forest and mountains beneath it. When the light faded, those who had been roused could only see the lowly blue iridescence of the stars left in its wake, wondering if it had been a dream or if the sun had truly declared war on the night.
By Ethan J Bearden3 years ago in Fiction
A Final Act of Mercy
The queen sat uncomfortably, slouching on the table, clutching a pear from the royal orchards, her sharp and pristine nails delicately grazing the skin. It had been shined to a mirror’s edge, her dark eyes reflected in its surface, along with the others around the table, her advisors in all things regarding the kingdom and its wellbeing. She ignored their reflections and instead focused on her eyes, as if they were from another, someone with more courage than she felt she possessed.
By Ethan J Bearden4 years ago in Fiction
The Time Share
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. Gerald was waiting for us outside, a steaming cup of coffee held between his hands. As we parked, he stepped forward. I expected him to offer to help unpack, but instead he took a swig of his drink and said:
By Ethan J Bearden4 years ago in Fiction
What Was Not, Was
A child noticed the stone first, just hovering 60 feet off the dusty earth, glowing like a stoplight, an otherworldly emerald. The girl explained to the authorities that she had been playing hide and seek in the construction site when the light just, in her own words, “BUGHREW!” She spread her hands to imitate fireworks. She was especially upset as the light had given away her hiding spot. However, she could not explain where it had come from. It was not, then it was.
By Ethan J Bearden4 years ago in Fiction
Instructions for Saving the World
For the first few seconds, there was only a sound, like the fizz of a firecracker as it nears absolution. Then, a pillar of color erupted into the sky in an imitation of the aurora borealis, illuminating the field around it. Finally, there was darkness. Only the moon and its children of stars illuminated the grassy hill in the middle of East Texas. A series of “moos” and stampeding hooves filled the night, growing softer and quieter as the cattle retreated to a safe distance.
By Ethan J Bearden4 years ago in Fiction
