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Dylan Quigley

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Just a place for my short stories. All Stories are a product of fiction, unless other wises stated.

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Just looking for a place to post some of my stories, hope everyone who ends up reading enjoys. Constructive criticism is always welcome.


*I was bored and started writing Star Wars fanfiction. Here is how it started..... Fire in the Galaxy: For a while, the empire left my little home alone. We were a moon in the small system deep in the outer reaches of the galaxy known as the Tryton system. We were a small…


After Life As everything faded to black, I woke up. Not knowing why there was an afterlife, just that there was. I began to worry that all my sins in life would come back to haunt me. I in fact was correct. I found myself in an all-white surrounding as my mind whirled from the…


Freedom: Banished on a small island for crimes I did not commit. Alone in this vulgar expression of consciousness. A solitude of my own making, by simply expressing free thought. Vacant in color, depth, and freedom. I wonder in circles shaping the landscape in my mind. No sound,…


Stoneridge It was a cold winter night when I returned to Stoneridge, the town I was raised in. The town of my horrors. I had escaped when I was just sixteen, and since then I always felt like I had unfinished business with the haunted streets of the small town. It wasn’t because…


Afterward I stood upon the killing field, sword still in my hand, as the smell of blood and shit filled the air around me. Technically we won, I guess, but even in war a victory feels like a defeat. I paced back and forth, putting the enemy out of their misery if their wounds…


Who: There is something special about a good friend, one that is always there for you no matter what. I have plenty of people that are good friends. People I could call or text and expect an answer. Everyone once in a while there is a special person, someone who seems to go out…


Someone’s Last Battle The tattooed hordes from the Western isles lead our vanguard against the Northern legion. Their foreign tongue echoing over the land, sharpened teeth and black eyes. Pale hands holding wild curved swords. Charging relentlessly towards a force twice their…


In The Beginning It was a bright blue day when the north men attacked. Mounted on their enormous steads they tore through our town. Our small battalion not having enough time to prepare, was obliterated on the field. Mother, ranting about ancient prophesies and bad omens rushed…


Wine: I lost all perception of time as I sat in my dark bedroom. Cigarette smoke filled the air and my lungs as I clung on to this realm of existence. The woman from tonight collecting her belongings and leaving without saying a word. Her perfume over powered by the smoke, her…


Space: When the air lock doors opened up before me, I realized the gravity of my situation. Pun intended I guess, because now I was staring into the deathly vacuum of space with Earth as my background. We were dead in space about a quarter of the way to the moon. I stepped out…


Snow Angels: The snow covers the stone angels, making them look sinister. The war is over and after the snow melts the blood will be washed away. It’s so quiet here that the whole city feels empty. The streets, now vacant of cars, act as playgrounds for the children that are…


SOS: Turns out humanity wasn’t alone in the universe after all. I know, not much of a surprise if you consider the true vastness of the universe, but we never thought that the aliens would be knocking on our door. It was a hot June day in the northern United States, when they…


An Ode to Bad Decisions: There is something so special about having a drink in the morning. There is a kind of naughty shame that comes with a Bloody Mary before noon. It’s a rush of energy, like starting a car and driving. There’s no destination when you drive, and you turn the…


Battle Ready: In the heat of battle, I used to not feel anything. Knives or swords didn’t faze me, I even took an arrow to the thigh and kept running into the onslaught. Now, as an older man I watch the forest around my home and feel everything. From the sound of the wind blowing…


(Not a fiction piece, just my own thoughts of the night) Science and Nihilism?: Recently I have been struggling, and or just pondering my relationship with religion or spiritual thought, and my thoughts on the scientific world. Now I am not going to claim that I know anything…


Home: The world ended very quickly, once one missile was fired hundreds were fired. Sadly, I didn’t have anyone to join me in my bunker of solitude. I was completely alone. I had a library filled with stories from people who were now all dead, a movie theater to watch films by…


My Mind: One day, last year in the middle of July I woke up completely insane. I’m not sure if it was an overnight thing like a switch flipped in my brain, or if it was something that had been happening over time. All I know is on that sunny morning I realized I had lost my mind,…


“Father! Father! Please you mustn’t go in. Just bless this building from the outside and we’ll move on.” The old man wheezed as he grabbed for the Priest. “No, if I only bless the outside the evil may reside on the items on the inside, and when it’s all torn down you might have…


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