SE Frazier
Bio
Dabbling in writing, I have tried my hand at short stories, novels and a few opinion pieces. There is just something freeing about having a creative outlet.
The rest of my writing can be found at:
bookends_n_daydreams.com
Stories (9)
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Protocol Adam and Eve
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The people I could see from the small window in the mechanic bay definitely looked like they were screaming. They drifted away from the wreckage of the shuttle, all partially in their suits. Some were even holding their helmets.
By SE Frazier3 years ago in Fiction
Ode to Game Developers
Ah, you bastard geniuses of the modern world. We curse you while simultaneously downloading the latest update for whatever fantasy world we have chosen to escape our own reality. Hours will be spent grinding away in an alternate reality, completing events or quests that give the bare minimum of rewards to keep us moving forward.
By SE Frazier4 years ago in Gamers
The Beautiful and The Damned
Outside of the carriage windows, wickedly twisted trees and swirling shadows marked our passage through the forest. I tried to catch a glimpse of the world around me, but I couldn’t see beyond the trees that barely made the road passable. Occasionally, a branch would catch the carriage and the sound like nails across stone reverberated through the surprisingly luxurious space.
By SE Frazier4 years ago in Fiction
The Curator
I sat in the outrageously uncomfortable wooden chair and patiently waited for the man across from me to comb through my credentials. This happened every so many decades. Someone new would either purchase the buildings or a new manager would be appointed.
By SE Frazier4 years ago in Fiction
The Desperate Passage
Outside of the inn window, slate grey skies stretched as far as the eye could see. A dampness clung to everything that promised rain before the day was over. But none of that deterred the sailors who crawled all over the ships and the docks like so many ants on a hill. Calls from the rigging were lost to the mists, only heard by the crew within immediate proximity.
By SE Frazier4 years ago in Fiction
A Conversation With My Mom
When I was in my early twenties, just after my first divorce, I had a conversation with my mother that I will never forget. We were standing in her kitchen, talking about nothing in particular, and she abruptly said, “Sarah, never put yourself in a position where you are dependent on a man. For anything.”
By SE Frazier4 years ago in Viva
Needles of Silver and Bone
Twilight bathed the unassuming suburban neighborhood in gentle shades of orange and lengthening shadows. The only sounds in the house were Gretta humming to herself as she did the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen, Alex Trebek starting Double Jeopardy and the click-clack of the plastic knitting needles.
By SE Frazier4 years ago in Fiction
