S. C. Almanzar
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I am a graduate student studying anthropology and have been writing creatively for almost 20 years. I love new takes on alternative history, especially when there are fantasy or supernatural elements included.
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Nothing Ever Lasts Forever
Fleet Foxes - Blue Ridge Mountains “I'm sure it'll be fine I love you, I love you Oh, brother of mine” It is 2011, I am 15, and my older brother has moved eight hours north. It was the right move for his immediate family, but it breaks mine and my mother’s hearts regardless. Particularly because this also meant that my 3 year old nephew – my mom’s first grandchild – would no longer be living an easy 30 minutes from us. No more afternoon babysitting that involved splashing in the pool and watching Power Rangers and Finding Nemo. But their new home is beautiful; Mount Shasta, near the California-Oregon border. It snowed the night we arrived to help them move. We took flashlights out to watch as the delicate flakes fell between the tall pines and landed in our hair and on our coats. They will be fine. I’m sure of it. The homemade art hung on the wall, the half melted candles lit for dinners that go long into the night, the spices on the counter, and the cat nestled on the armchair in the living room all tell me so.
By S. C. Almanzar3 years ago in Beat
The Ram. Runner-Up in Microfiction Magic Challenge.
The ram had been discovered just before dawn when the shepherd was alerted by one of his bloodied guard dogs. The dogs were valiant, but the wolf was swift, and the deed was done. The ram had not yet mated with the ewes for the season. There would be no new lambs in the south field come spring.
By S. C. Almanzar3 years ago in Fiction
Soul Trade
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. And it continued to burn as it lit the dried out tinder box that the cabin had become. The curtains sizzled in a second, and the pest-ridden furniture met the same fate as flames licked up the walls and melted the windows that it touched. Smoke blackened the ones the fire’s outstretched hand had reached for, but was stopped in its path by the spray of water that emitted from the fire engine’s hose.
By S. C. Almanzar4 years ago in Horror
Descending the Mountain
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Long ago, there were monsters that roamed the frozen land and terrorized the rest of creation. Hulking, insatiable beasts with trap-like jaws for crushing and claws for ripping apart anything unlucky enough to be within each. The dragons had arrived soon after those monsters and intended to make the Valley their home as well, but the bloodlust that overtook their equals became unbearable to their gentler nature. The dragons took flight as their wings enabled them to like no other beast could. They knew we were up there in the mountains, hiding in caves and surviving on melted snow and any scraps we could find.
By S. C. Almanzar4 years ago in Fiction
