Trenton Anthony
Bio
Trenton Anthony is a self-published fantasy-fiction author. He wrote The Speaker Trilogy, which is available on Amazon.
Stories (8/0)
God Loves Y-O-U
Have you ever worked in the garden? Do you like it? Or do you have a family member who likes it? My mom loves it. I watch her tend flowers and food plants. She loves getting her hands in the dirt. She spends a lot of time reading up on each plant and studying what it needs, and then she carefully plants and tends a garden of vegetables, flowers, vines, and shrubs. Each of those plants is just a mass of cellulose and other things that make them grow — but they all have different personalities. Each needs different amounts of water, sunlight, pruning, or other kinds of special treatment. When Mom has the time to care for her garden, it’s big and lush and beautiful.
By Trenton Anthonyabout a month ago in Motivation
Jake Rodriguez
Slick your hair back, just like that. Okay, now just a little hairspray. Gorgeous, baby. You’re going to rock that presentation this afternoon. Tim won’t know what hit him. All you have to do is muscle up, puff out your chest, talk numbers… the new antidepressant will get put through to R&D before any of those reprobates have a chance to disapprove.
By Trenton Anthony3 years ago in Fiction
Jonah's Strange New Friend
Studying was never one of Jonah’s favorite things to do. Reading, sure. Alone time? Yes, of course. But here, in the NC State library, 9:47 p.m. and just before winter break, Jonah was frustrated that he had exams to study for. Chemistry, biology, linguistics, French… The books were so heavy, so boring. He wanted to hop into a story. He wanted to be on the Millenium Falcon or a horse-drawn cart with Gandalf, leaving the Shire. But here he sat, second floor of Lyons Design Library, hoping to get away from all the rapscallions who had their exams to study for as well — but who, no doubt, were in Hunt or Hill, across from one another, not actually studying, but playing on social media, flirting, or some other unproductive thing.
By Trenton Anthony3 years ago in Futurism
Freshmen Pete's Magical Delivery
“I don’t normally advocate this,” Pete read out loud. “But close the door anyway. Remove your shoes and socks — what the?” Pete put the letter from the package down, closed the door, and sat on his bed. As he removed his Chucks and socks, he laughed, realizing he still had on the Christmas socks from Shea — the ones with her beautiful, smiling face printed all over them.
By Trenton Anthony3 years ago in Futurism
The Count of Three
“Tom!” “What?” Tom yelled. “Tom!” “What is it?” he yelled again, then cursed under his breath. He ran to the window, hoping there was some other Tom around. Alas, his sister Lindsey was in the street, staring up at him. She waved, her normal way, so energetic — but she was not smiling. He waved back, slightly confused, but the ritual was the same as other times. She wanted him to get in the car.
By Trenton Anthony3 years ago in Families
The Last Thing Beatrice Did
9:01 a.m. On top of the empty styrofoam container from Sunshine China sat another containing a half-eaten hoagie from Dom’s. The screensaver on her laptop lulled her to sleep, the Herschel’s Warehouse logo bouncing around the screen, just barely missing the corners on its unending course. She wondered if it would ever land directly in a corner. “8-ball, corner pocket!” she whispered aloud, then giggled.
By Trenton Anthony3 years ago in Humans
