Christina Nelson
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I started writing when i was in the 3rd grade. That's when i discovered I had an overactive imagination. I'm currently trying to publish 2 books, hopefully I can improve my writing here before I hit the big leagues in writing.
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He's Close
DON’T WAKE DADDY Daddy is already asleep when you open the box. The plastic board smells faintly of dust and something older, like a closed room that hasn’t been aired out in years. The cardboard stairs are chewed at the edges, softened by hands that once trembled as they moved tiny plastic children upward.
By Christina Nelson about a month ago in Horror
Everyone Gets a Turn
The Guess Who? board had been turned face down when Noah found it. It sat beneath the guest bed, half-buried in dust and spiderwebs, its red plastic warped as if it had been left near heat. When Noah flipped it over, the board opened by itself with a soft, eager clack. Rows of yellow doors stared up at him.
By Christina Nelson 2 months ago in Horror
To Make Gods Kneel
The winds howled across the desert, kicking sand into furious spirals. The remains of Olympus shimmered like mirages on the horizon. Sarai stood in the heart of the battlefield, her body still buzzing from the previous fight, her knuckles sore, her pulse steady.
By Christina Nelson 7 months ago in Fiction
Ghost of the Sea
Atlantis shimmered like a dream carved from crystal and sunlight. Sprawling towers of aquamarine glass spiraled into the clouds, their tips catching the light of twin suns as they arced across the sky. Bridges of living coral pulsed with life beneath footfalls, and waterfalls of liquid light cascaded down cliffs carved by gods. Magic was not a force here; it was breath, blood, instinct. The city pulsed with it.
By Christina Nelson 7 months ago in Fiction
