Jarrad Allen
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I’ve no formal attestation to my writing ability... but I indulge regardless ;) I enjoy a contradictory concoction of the whimsical and mundane and try to explore this in my own writing.
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Bountiful Boons & Harrowing Hex's
“Your absolute finest Alfreda and nothing less, understand? The king has requested a chocolate cake. Now even I can bake a chocolate cake. But you are our prize culinary-enchantress of the Imperial Court. Servant to King Kane of the Kulko Empire, and today is a incredibly special day. Our guest is none other than that of Peregrine Marth! Should this feast for peace become a banquet of blasphemous belittlement to that of the Kulko-Marth House Treaty. Then the charm that has kept you in check for all of these years might just become the incantation of your termination. Do I make myself clear?” The nobleman held his glare for the entirety of his monologue. I looked to Alfreda, trying to hide my concern for the manner in which she had just been addressed. She did not meet nobleman’s gaze, nor did she appear at all fazed by his domineering demeanour. Instead she continued to prepare her kitchen table tops for the forthcoming task.
By Jarrad Allen5 years ago in Fiction
Barn Trip
As her elbow had begun to throb from resting atop the car windowsill, Luna slipped her palm out from under her chin and sunk back into her seat. She inhaled deeply before letting out a discreet soft sigh, so as to avoid alerting her fellow passengers to her antithetical state of boredom. Next to Luna sat childhood and family friend Amelia. Amelia was Luna’s only association with this group of individuals, who, without Amelia, Luna knew only through passive observation from the low profile she had established at their local Viroqua high school. Although Luna and Amelia had grown to disparate ends of the high school persona-spectrum since their inaugural elementary school relationship... Luna wasn’t about to turn away an opportunity to avoid the apprehensive state of affairs that had permeated her home life. When Amelia offered her to join the group on a weekend, psychedelic, rundown old barn venture, Luna accepted without second thought. Despite the fact that she had no interest in dismantling her misanthropic approach to relationships, nor did she care for the recreational use of hallucinogens.
By Jarrad Allen5 years ago in Fiction
Fio & Pax
Soft light began to seep in through the broken windowpane, illuminating the decayed old room. A cloud of fog had settled upon the deserted town that chilly morning. Fio laid still, unfazed by the room’s gradual change in light. Pax, however, began shifting his small primate body, readjusting to a returning state of consciousness as he lay atop of Fio. The wooden floorboards sparkled with their coating of morning dew, as the dissipating sun fought to cut its way through the cracks and chinks in the old drywall. Pax raised his fuzzy head and peered around the glimmering space, easing into a stretch that awoke Fio. The two looked at each other and smiled. Fio sat up and broke out into a yawn.
By Jarrad Allen5 years ago in Fiction
