TJ Freeman
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Eternal Keepsake
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Well, we’ve always been here, but we haven’t always been dragons. We started as tiny little specks burrowed in the ground, smaller than grains of sand, blind, deaf, and immobile. Our lives at this stage are often short; at a guess, more than ninety percent of us starve to death and dissolve before having the opportunity to produce a coherent thought. Despite being virtually invincible, we’re the weakest species in the Valley, useless and miserable little scum.
By TJ Freeman4 years ago in Fiction
The Hummingbird and the Owl
The hummingbird was sharp, dazzling, and colorful. It flew about without a care in the world, zipping from flower to flower as fast as it could. It took immense joy in going faster and faster until nothing else could follow it. It was wildly excited by anything it came across, taken aback by the wonders of life.
By TJ Freeman4 years ago in Fiction
Girl in the Glass
Marsh Lane, the tiny street between Esther Road and Jacob Drive, almost never saw anyone on its pavement. The street led nowhere, quite frankly, so there was little point in crossing it. Throughout most of the week, it laid barren and empty, not a single footstep echoing off the walls of the likewise abandoned buildings enclosing it. However, on Saturday, when the sun shined highest in the sky, Marsh Lane would undergo a brief transformation, and people would flock toward it.
By TJ Freeman4 years ago in Fiction
Anathema
You’ve tuned in! Welcome, welcome. I haven’t had a listener in quite a while. You won’t be able to see anything about where I am, but my words should be good enough for you, right? Just picture yourself in a blank, empty, and infinite place, with tiny passageways tucked into the fabric of space itself. Those passageways lead to my worlds. This is my universe.
By TJ Freeman4 years ago in Fiction
Triumph Of The Infected
Eldin barged through the door to his house, carrying a limp woman in his arms. After bringing her from the outskirts of the village, his muscles threatened to give out. He gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to put her down as soon as he passed through the entryway.
By TJ Freeman4 years ago in Fiction
