Sean Elliott
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The Hat Man
It had happened again. It was to be expected, at this point. During the civilized hours of daylight, he almost convinced himself that he was used to it. Something that simply happens every night and must be coped with, just as someone might have to cope with a limp from a car accident with a cane or someone who is lactose intolerant avoids milk.
By Sean Elliott16 days ago in Fiction
Age
Take with wisdom and dignity the counsel of the years - If your able, If you possess true courage, And real wisdom. These are not the acts of heroism and princely tales. These are not the stories of which volumes will be written To be studied in leather bound books for centuries hence. It is instead to be utterly forgotten to mediocrity, to die before death takes us. And accept it with glee.
By Sean Elliott2 months ago in Poets
The Found Journal
I have a secret. It had taken hours of sitting before Jeffrey had finally opened the pocket sized leather bound journal and flipped through it to the final page. The entry was dated, just yesterday the possession of The Secret had been confided in blue ink, though neither the identity of the possessor nor the content of The Secret itself was apparent.
By Sean Elliott5 months ago in Fiction
Dragons of Putilov
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. But one day they simply appeared. Surveyors from the Imperial government stationed in Putilov City above were conducting a routine expedition of the sparsely populated Putilov Valley below, and were the first to notice the beasts.
By Sean Elliott2 years ago in Fiction
Back to Normal
It was all over. At least, that is what everyone had been told. It had been declared as such and now, most people seemed ready and willing to go along with the notion. They were eager to put all of it behind them. They were eager to awaken from this bad dream. They were eager to forget the body bags and the fear.
By Sean Elliott2 years ago in Fiction