Justin Elliott
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An aspiring writer that's just trying to hone his skills in his spare time.
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Awakened
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. For a long time, there weren’t dragons anywhere. They had died off, their numbers dwindling until everyone was sure that they were extinct. For a while there were people continuing to search for them, but they never found a living one. Years later, people began to spread rumors, claiming that they saw them circling this mountain, or attacking that castle, but none of them were true. Decades passed, then centuries, and gradually dragons faded into the hazy memory of society, becoming more myth than history. Five millennia have passed since the last dragon died, and the world is very different than it once was. But soon, myth, history, and the modern age will all collide. But that’s the end of the story. Let us return to the beginning. Everything that happened has been documented, so we know precisely how the tale began. It began with a walk.”
By Justin Elliott4 years ago in Fiction
Poachers Folly
The sun hadn’t begun to lighten the sky behind the Maya Mountains to the east as the truck slowed to a halt on the old forestry road. They were still over a kilometer from their final destination, the Chalillo Dam, but from this point they would continue without the truck.
By Justin Elliott4 years ago in Horror
Creation
There are many tales about how the world came to be, but no one knows the truth. We are sure that the only creatures here at that point were the dragons, but no one is quite sure how they came to be either. As the stories tell it, they emerged from nothing, fully formed, much like the world itself. There were four of them here at the beginning; Fyre, Watyre, Aiyre, and Erthe, and this is their part in the tale.
By Justin Elliott4 years ago in Fiction
The Devil's Playlist
So you have the best food, the most delicious drinks, the creepiest decorations. You’re all set, this Halloween party will go down in history as one of the best. Except… you forgot all about the music! How are you supposed to have the greatest party of all time in silence?! Well fear not, dear reader, for I am here to aid you in this, your hour of need.
By Justin Elliott4 years ago in Beat
Playtime
Andy sat on his bed, staring morosely at the wall of the Children's Ward. On the wall was a beautiful mural of a whimsical garden, dominated by a large pear tree. Nurse Gellapi came in with a bright smile for him. "Good morning Andy! How are you feeling?"
By Justin Elliott4 years ago in Fiction
The Forest Hypnopompia
He staggered out of the thicket of trees and into a glade, the full moon shining down into the open field. He paused, knowing that to stop will cost him some of his precious lead, but also knowing that the choice in front of him could be disastrous if he chooses incorrectly. He could move much faster through the glade, but so could his pursuers. On the other hand, going around and staying in the trees would be slower, and a longer path, but provide great cover.
By Justin Elliott4 years ago in Fiction
Spirits at Play
The sun drops behind the buildings west of Times Square, the shadows stretching across 45th Street, caressing the front of the Lyceum Theatre. As the windows darken, the little light that pierces the interior fades, and a sensor activates, turning on a single light stand in the middle of the historic theatre's stage. Atop the stand is an old style, incandescent bulb made of green glass, and as the filament begins to burn, the stage is bathed in a soft green glow. This is the ghost light, the traditional bulb left burning when a theatre is dark. This bulb has been burning every night since March 12, 2020, when all Broadway theatres were closed; and tonight, August 31, 2021, after 537 days, the bulb glows, flickers, and goes dark.
By Justin Elliott4 years ago in Fiction
Space Station Menagerie. Second Place in Deep Dive Challenge.
"Log begins. Dr. Kendra Simms reporting, 2230 UTC, 12 May, 2086. Beginning a twelve hour shift; on my first walk through I've observed that the school of Bluefin appears to be adjusting reasonably to the reduced gravity, while the Spotted Eagle Rays continue to struggle. The giant octopus, after 312 days, seems to be fully adapted to its new environment. Current observations continue to support my theory that a majority of aquatic life needs a minimum of 40 percent of Earth's gravity to thrive. As to Maggie, our newest specimen…" Dr. Simms paused her recording and leaned over the railing, watching the specimen swim below her.
By Justin Elliott4 years ago in Fiction
