Tristan Cofer

Joined March 2021

3 stories

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When you write something, a small piece of your spirit is left behind...

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He Came From the Red Valley
For the first few hours of his journey August skipped along with a great sense of excitement. He followed various small Trails in the general direction of north using the sun as an indicator of his orientation. The tree-line above gave him very little chance to use any landmarks.
By Tristan Cofer3 years ago in Fiction
He came from the Red Valley
The deer trail that the young man was following was heavily used judging by the many prints that marked it. Surely he guessed, he would steal a glimpse of one of the beasts in a nearby clearing.
By Tristan Cofer3 years ago in Fiction
Broken Sanctuary
Xandra awoke at first light, as she had done for so many years. Her house was rotting and void of life, but here she remained. She was always quite lonely as her babies had been taken from her, but she could not leave her home. Her husband had built the house many years ago, but he too left her.
By Tristan Cofer5 years ago in Horror