Tate Layne
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Save the Whales
I had just finished my last Monday morning meeting before nine when the hunting started. Living right against the coast I was one of just a few who could hear the lunar aliens entering Earth’s atmosphere to begin their weekly sport. They didn’t want anything to do with the humans, only the meat from the already endangered animals. At this point it was just an event that happened aside from the noises and the low level earthquakes. The whale hunt was the biggest spectator sport on Earth happening in my backyard and it was all for free.
By Tate Layne5 years ago in Fiction
A Little too Sweet, A Little to Rich
The scrapes of metal and the distinctive smell of burned rubber seemed to go across the country. Famed, reclusive, billionaire Aron Walsh had taken a rare drive out of his home and was five miles from the estate before a sharp curve sent the car flying. With his property being the only one on the lands the news media knew exactly who the potential victim was before the police had even arrived to make any confirmation.
By Tate Layne5 years ago in Fiction
Don't Forget to Say Goodbye
When I was little girl spending many nights alone in my mother’s RV while she did what she did there were endless Cinderella aspirations running through my head. To just get as far away as possible from a trailer park in Dead End, America latched itself to the back of my head when I got older and realized fairy godmothers only existed for other kinds of girls. Prettier, with more tragic stories than mine. At least I had a mother. That was more than any fairytale princess could say. In place of an evil stepmother I was spared by receiving platitudes from our neighbors. You can always have it worse, Magnolia.
By Tate Layne5 years ago in Fiction
The Storyteller, the Dreamer, and the Discovery of the Biggest Shark on Earth
Every summer Rosa Bond and Kevin McKnight would meet up at the one place that had bonded them since childhood: Camp Cross in Jupiter, Florida. Rosa was a born and raised Floridian but Kevin came all the way from North Carolina. He was the only out of towner because his dad used to be a marine biologist. Now he was fighting in Vietnam and just trying to keep his dead down. Kevin and his mom still lived in North Carolina to be close to her family.
By Tate Layne5 years ago in Fiction
The Peaceful Kind of Loneliness
Once in a YouTube video one of the video game commentators made the statement that in order to know if you’re going to be a good comedian, you need to completely fail a set. If you keep going back on the stage then it means something to you. If you can’t handle the hecklers and the fiery underarm sweat of no one liking the one thing you’re there to do, then the bright oven bulb of a stage light isn’t going to be your thing. I had been writing for a few years before this, but that philosophy has continued at my side. It is something I have been doing since I self-published my first book. It is something that I am still dealing with.
By Tate Layne5 years ago in Humans
The Hallow Nightmare
The Henry family moved out of their upper class home in Houston to a cheaper one miles south because their dog had been hit by a car. Patriarch Leland heard his oldest daughter’s cries that he was finally happy until the day that he died when referencing the family pet. Several months later in their new home which was supposed to be a fresh start, his youngest daughter would wake up in a hospital screaming the same thing about them. We were finally happy.
By Tate Layne5 years ago in Horror
