Kelsey Claire
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Kelsey is a small town girl from the Midwest. Writing has always been a passion of hers and she loves sharing her creative mind with others. She enjoys kyacking, hiking, fishing, swimming and lazy days curled up with a good book.
Stories (6)
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Regenesis
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say.” Tanner's words echoed in the empty silence of Rose's helmet as she drifted further from the Pilgrim. He'd said it with a smirk and an evil glint in his stormy blue eyes just moments before shutting her in the airlock. Rose was sure he meant it as a joke, but now that she was floating into the heart of space, she couldn't help but wonder if he intentionally tampered with her tethering lines. After she'd rejected him yet again, he hadn't been happy.
By Kelsey Claire3 years ago in Fiction
The Crash of the Silver Star Express
Pain and biting cold ripped into Alexander. Panic-filled shouts roused him from unconsciousness and he opened his eyes. The blazing, fiery sunset licking at the base of cumulonimbus clouds greeted him. The breathtaking sight momentarily distracted him from the pain. His home in the smog-filled city of New York with its towering skyscrapers rarely allowed for such glimpses of nature.
By Kelsey Claire3 years ago in Fiction
The Apocalypse Diaries
It was your typical Tuesday afternoon. Everywhere around me, the sounds of college life buzzed as students rushed back and forth to their classes, completely unaware of the calamity that awaited them. Finals were upon us, and as our dean would put it, “Trends, relationships, and jobs would come and go, but GPA was forever.”
By Kelsey Claire4 years ago in Fiction
The Curse of the Dragon's Tail Commet
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley.” King Rain angrily growled to the assembled kings of both men and elves while the three Darient chieftains-also known as demons-watched the proceedings with disinterest. They were the only Darients able to cooperate long enough to sit through the assembly. Thick makeup-like plaster covered their bodies to accommodate the human and elven races and put them at ease. However, it did little to help. The thickly layered masks made them appear human from a distance except for their unnatural orange eyes that seemed to smolder like embers. Their grotesque features, mostly hidden by the plaster, turned the stomachs of even the most seasoned warriors. Up close, it looked like dead, peeling flesh.
By Kelsey Claire4 years ago in Fiction
