Jason Bond
Bio
I am here to write! To Create!
I love fantasy, science fiction, video games, and Comics. I also have a passion for drumming, and my beautiful family!
Writing is a wonderful way for me to explore my mind.
Stories (4)
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Mind Over Madness
Moonlight madness, mind has gone awry. I take the time to dust off my life. I have been here for quite some time and now things have become quite tricky. I travel back to my calm estate of Sojourn whence my childhood rang true. I think some time off will allow myself a retreat from the busy hustle and bustle of city scapes and night life. No light pollution here, just calming absolution.
By Jason Bond4 years ago in Fiction
The Ramarkable Mind of Doctor Rockit
Part 2. 18th Birthday School finished, I made sure to run quickly to a spot I chose a few days before. It was on the outskirts of the town’s graveyard. I don’t know why but I was aiming for the graveyard but while walking back from the graveyard I came across a tree where three trunks intertwined creating a rambunctious and gargantuan tree of mystical sorts. I honestly at the time didn’t know why I chose there though. Remember at this point in my magic endeavours I was still feeling that magic was more a show and illusion than actual magic. I wanted to believe but so many things in society told me magic was a fake thing created for children. I still wasn’t sure where I stood on this.
By Jason Bond5 years ago in Fiction
The Remarkable Mind Of Doctor Rockit
“Today is the day!” Tis a day of rambunctious deception, murky sorcery, harmonious magnetism, and fascination. I am a man of my word, my hands have built an empire, far from the prying eyes. There is a dark side to the world, one unseen by most. I, Doctor Rock am the master illusionist on Botany Boulevard. Well, illusion is a fussy word. I could say, conjurer, magician, or mad man.
By Jason Bond5 years ago in Fiction
Awake
“Cyro-Companion” The words neatly labeled in front of me as I rumble and stir from defrosting. I cannot recall any memories, just general knowledge. I know my name, fragments of a partner who I cannot remember, and memories of events with no placement or meaning. The glass casing whizzes until a hydraulic door half opens, then halts in its process and fails. How long have I been here? I lower onto the floor where instantly my legs buckle, and my head hits the bottom of the half open Pod. Ouch! It might be a while until my legs feel ready to move. I didn’t realize the catheter until it tugged in an unfortunate way. I instinctively pull and grasp downward towards my crotch. It’s out, and I’m in a mess now.
By Jason Bond5 years ago in Fiction
