Paul S. O. N.
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I have been writing since I was a very young. I have always enjoyed creating worlds, and people that don't exist and take me far away from reality. I aspire to write great and original stories that others can hopefully enjoy.
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Beasts of men. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
“Where are we, Victor?” Jorge shouted, his voice swallowed by the relentless howl of the snowstorm. Victor stood atop a snowy dune, cloaked in fur and leather, gripping a map that flailed wildly in the icy wind. “We’re close!” he shouted back, squinting into the storm. “Those mountains are less than a day’s trek. We’ll make it by sundown!”
By Paul S. O. N.about a year ago in Fiction
The Fall
In the beginning, there was naught but the heavens and the earth, and He that had created them. A vast and dismal plane ebbed of all color and life. The universe, an ocean of dreary, motionless tenebrosity spread thin across the expanse, like a pitch veil over a mirror, stands still as time has yet to awaken. All that exists is the spirit of Him. A ghastly ripple of brilliant light that glides across the ashen plane of existence, unimpeded and faster than time can account for. It hovers above the cold and soulless world like an artist deciding where his first stroke would fall upon an empty canvas. The darkness of the universe pulsates as this one ember of light sparks from the spirit. Another sparks off of the specter's being this time falling into the waters of the void. Like a stone in a pond, the ember ripples across all of existence in brilliant splendor. It spreads like flurries of snow alight with energy and color. The particles bounced infinitely from one edge of the cosmos to the other revealing what hid in the darkness. What was once grey and insipid, now glows with luminance and spirit. First was light, to see the things that are hidden. The spirit takes the form of a lustrous orb of light and surveys the empty world before it. There it stayed, light emanating from its being and pushing the void into the recesses of the cosmos.
By Paul S. O. N.about a year ago in Chapters
