Konner Moshier
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I am a full time dad, husband, worker and a midnight writer. I love to create worlds and have people be drawn into them. Seeing someone visualize and thoroughly enjoy the worlds that I create is the best feeling in the world.
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The Field of Dreams
I remember rocking my son as a newborn. I was feeding him a bottle and humming to him softly. I began to wonder what infants dream about. I recalled the saying "The Field of Dreams," which stood out to me. Taking that to heart, I began what I originally called "Ovandos Lullaby," after the name of my son. Slowly the short story came to life. I have always thought that babies' dreams must be so surreal. This story I hold close to my heart. I Imagined my baby boy drifting off to sleep, fully trusting in his parents to take care of him and be there for him. Who watches over him while he sleeps? As I glanced around his room, I saw a little lion and elephant poking their heads out of a Noah's Ark figurine that was on his shelf. I couldn't help but smile as I wove the both of them in the story as his travel companions and protectors in the night.
By Konner Moshier5 years ago in Poets
The City of Hope
Sweat dripped off his grimy arms as he clenched his fists together. Time and time again, he had fought. Fight for what was right against Oppression. Hero heard countless voices echo inside his head. “There is no fighting the Oppression. You have to step in line. He sighed, unclenching his fist. The chain on the small locket fell free, swinging in the breeze. Hero leaned his head against the ruined building. How could he go on? How could he press forward? Was there a point in fighting? He rubbed his hand along the edge of the locket. A small heart full of intricate lines. Hope.. the infamous city of Hope. He almost laughed at the name. It had been decades of fighting a losing war. He was tired, so, so, tired. His aching body protested every move. He couldn’t give up, not so long as he had the locket. It was the key to the fabled city of Hope. The last remaining citadel stood against The Oppression. “You really think it’s out there?” A figure said, walking up. “Hey, Jord.” Hero said. “Its gotta be.” He said tiredly, his voice cracking. “So many have given up, turning themselves over to become started.”
By Konner Moshier5 years ago in Fiction
