Zach Burger
Bio
At a young age, poetry found my pen, sourcing prose as a coping mechanism. 🖋️ Poetry transitioned to lyricism 🎶 the words following the melody, until one day, I needed more space. Melodies became narratives and fantasy was given life. 🧙
Stories (3)
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The Thatched Basket
At the edge of a great grassland was a forest where big and little things hid. The slightest wind bristled against a thatched basket where a young child lay in the deepest of sleeps. Waves of nimble grasses swayed in the dwindling twilight, a dance older than time, and the shadow of the basket grew longer and longer, menacing in appearance until the light retired.
By Zach Burger3 years ago in Fiction
A New Me 💄
A swarm of notifications coalesced on the backlit screen of Emery’s smartphone. Facial recognition auto-unlocked the device pushing pieces of information from applications by the hundreds into her short-term memory for review. The magnitude at which each grouped notification was delivered overwhelmed lesser humans, but Emery was a seasoned veteran of the digital age, part of an expeditionary force who preferred the unadulterated landscape of augmentation over real-life.
By Zach Burger4 years ago in Fiction
Mushrooms and Markets 🍄
Comers and goers were bustling about the market on the corner of Guthrie and Fitzgibbons. It was tucked behind a famous pub where business folk found reprieve from coworkers at lunch, and there was a butcher’s shop, too, renowned for the best meats in the city. The shop stood proud with a hand-painted sign broadcasting the family name, Stauffer, in red and blue lettering.
By Zach Burger5 years ago in Fiction
