S T O R I E S


Welcome to Andante. Below you may find my stories organized by arc. Enjoy!


THE DREAMER OF THE DEEP

This story follows Seles as she travels the world, seeking out cases of a mysterious ailment known as ‘Morosia’. This disease steals the dreams of those it infects and only the Dreamer can cure it.

‘A BLACK CAT AND A BAD DREAM, PART 1’

I can’t fight it anymore. It’s too much. “Oh… !” I let out a quiet gasp and pull my arm across my chest, hugging myself tightly. My toes curl as the muscles in my thighs and stomach tighten involuntarily. I bite down on my lip hard enough to draw blood. No! I won’t lose! I never lose! But… it feels so good. Why can’t this go on forever?   “Fuck you and your-“ My…

‘A BLACK CAT AND A BAD DREAM, PART 2’

The sensation of sinking is always unsettling. Gone are the little round windows of the quaint cottage. The two children and their sick mother have vanished from my sight, but not from my thoughts. I know what I need to do here, in the dream world. That is what this place is: a world of dreams inside of the mother’s imagination. Almost everyone has dreams. Every dreamer stands on the doorstep of the infinite….

‘A VISITOR’

I know this place. Four white walls, a white ceiling, and a matching floor, all smooth and spotless. A bare cot in the corner of the room illuminated by one lonely lightbulb. How long has it been since I left this shithole? “Wake up, Celestria.” A monotone voice addresses the room with its grating drone. The tiny hairs on my forearms jump upright, wavering like a tightrope walker crossing a perilous line. My brow…

‘A SAGE, A DEMON, AND A GAME OF CHESS, PART 1’

Where am I? A bright, full moon hangs overhead, shedding its light on a clearing in the middle of a forest. The surrounding trees loom tall, like dark and ominous strangers. Standing alone, I feel exposed. It seems as if the entire world is asleep. Something rises up from the center of the clearing. It seems… geometric, somehow. What is it? My boots plod against damp grass as the structure grows larger and sharper….

‘A SAGE, A DEMON, AND A GAME OF CHESS, PART 2’

Deep breaths, Seles. This is nothing new. Right now, my head feels like a balloon meandering about up in the clouds. At the same time, my stomach feels like a sack of sand plunging down towards the bottom of the ocean. My hands tremble, like the last leaf of autumn as it clings to its branch in a shrill winter wind. Keep breathing. We’ll settle in soon. The feeling of free-falling fades away, replaced…


THE PRISONER OF SOLITUDE

The story of Dash and Arden’s shared struggle against a cruel dictatorship in the Bloody Sands. Along the way, they meet the ghosts from Arden’s tormented past.

‘THREE DUCKS AND SOME BROKEN CUFFS’

“Better keep up with me, punk.” “Piss off. It’s been a long week.” My comeback gets the angry reaction I expect: my captor jerks me around with my restraints. I lost track if it was Jeb, Jed, or Jef speaking. All three of them looked and sounded the same anyways: identical triplets, little piggies in uniform leading me on a leisurely trip through the Bloody Sands. At this rate, we’ll hit Palladia before sundown. Unless I can bust out of these cuffs first. “Dash? That’s your name? Hah.” I think it was Jeb speaking now, but who knows. He spits…

‘THE WIZARD AND THE PRISONER’

“Hey dude?” I look up at the big guy, Arden, as I finish unbuckling the belt. This belt belonged to Jeb. Jeb’s dead now and I’m already tired of seeing Arden’s naked ass. I start sliding the pants off of the dead guy, but I still have to fight the urge to puke because I think Arden hit Jeb so hard that Jeb might have shit in his briefs. Either that or Jeb never bathed. I’d buy it either way. “Yes, Dash?” The big guy responds as Jeb’s pants float over and smack his unassuming face. He has a weird…


THE HUNTRESS OF IVY CITY

The story of Roré the Huntress, the Wild Ones, and the Unfed’s assault on the Ivy City.

‘THE WOLF MOTHER, A FLOATING FOREST, AND MANY WAYS TO MURDER’

I can see the sun peeking over the eastern horizon. I can smell soil and grass just a few inches below my nose. Marty lies at my side covered in olive drab from head to toe. We raise our heads high enough only to see what’s ahead: barren, empty flatlands surrounding a mossy green cityscape. The Ivy City. “Farmlands?” I ask. “Likely. No crops though.” Marty replies and shifts his weight to one side. “Abandoned?” I return. “I don’t think so. Look.” Marty nods. I look in the same direction and spot something out in the distance. Barely visible….

‘THE HUNTRESS AND THE LOST CUB’

Trust yourself. Believe in the vision. I crouch in wait at the base of an aging birch tree, drawing the gray fur of the Wolf Mother around me to ward off the chill. The familiar smell keeps me calm and drives away the anticipation of the hunt. Even still, I am cold. Off in the distance, I can see the great stone wall marked by a crescent moon. Behind it looms the True Moon, full and bright. With or without its light, I see all – moss draping the wall, a snake slithering through the dead leaves on the…


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