Mason Walters
Bio
As a kid I dreamed of worlds where magical powers exist and nations are constantly in power struggles. When I became a Christian, I realized I wanted to devot my ideas to the Lord and here I am writing them down. Writing is a fun art!
Stories (14/0)
Man vs. Nature
Wind swirled through blades of grass, creating a cacophony of whistles. Grasshoppers flitted about, flinging themselves over my face. Birds floated on the undulating wind, chirping with excitement as they chased each other. As I peered through the leaves of the magnificent white oak, an acorn dropped on my forehead. I rubbed my forehead an irritation at the interruption and met the eyes of a curious squirrel. It turned its head slightly as I shook my fist up at it. I picked up the acorn and threw it back, hitting the squirrel. “Nailed it!” I yelled.
By Mason Walters12 months ago in Fiction
A Fateful Battle
The rising of the dawn meant Eloise would take the mark of El Roi, her god. With her sword in one hand and her fiery dagger in the other, Eloise looked out towards Babylon. Men and women of all ages kneeled behind her as she donned her golden helm. She lifted the sword next to her face as it gleamed with glory from above. “CHARGE,” Eloise cried as she ran toward the gates of the wicked city. Enemies fell before Eloise’s blades, but when Queen Jezebel came before her with a flaming spear, Eloise hesitated and could only say, “Mom?”
By Mason Walters12 months ago in Fiction
That’ll be 4$, Miss
The gas station was no busier than usual. Mostly just travelers these days. After the new interstate opened and the airport turned international, my stop turned into a pass through than a local place where people buy drinks and the occasional chips. I still keep it pretty clean though. Try to mop every day and restock the shelves to the best of my ability. It gets lonely, watching people come and go. Makes me question if this is what I'll do for the next thirty years. It’s not all bad though. Makes me excited to see who i’ll meet tomorrow.
By Mason Walters12 months ago in Fiction
Power Outage
Duke and Finnigan sat across from each other at the campfire, breathing light clouds of chilled breath. “We need to keep moving, the wolves will be patrolling soon”, Luke muttered while drinking warm water from his kettle. “I don’t know if I can get up Finny”. A howl echoed through the night. “You have to, I can’t make it to the generators by myself”. Duke stretches out his hand and tosses a rusty key to Finnigan. “When you turn the power back on, come back this way. If I'm still here, we can go home together.”
By Mason Walters12 months ago in Fiction
If Only For Today
Lily crept up the stairs into the attic, quiet and gentle. She pulled out the key she took from her mothers jewelry box and inserted it in the time worn key hole. Dust scattered across the floor as the door swung open into the desolate loft. There were many boxes, some open and others closed, hidden in the shadows. Lily walked past these, heading for a tall, daunting object with a tarp covering. Lifting the veil of sorts, she saw only her own reflection before returning to the attic door, locking it till her mother left again the next day.
By Mason Walters12 months ago in Fiction
Echoes of Creation
The stairs of the granite stone edifice were warm and slick, dripping with the murky water of muddy trotters. Sotiras slurped in the air, oblivious to the medley of rain and blood-filled sweat that was soaked into his tattered fleece. The Dark Ones were beating their animal hide drums with fervor, spreading the cacophony of red reverberations to the minds of spectators, consuming them with an eager manic buzz. With each step of Sotiras’ cloven hooves, the Dark Ones hollered and cursed him. If not for the roar of soft thumping made by The Father’s tears as they spattered the stone, the clamor would have consumed him. Each step came with a buckle in his legs, yet he never faltered from his steady pitter-patter up the void path.
By Mason Waltersabout a year ago in Fiction
Two Blue Figures
The wall of mystery; a structure made of dynamic shapes. Odd figures move and merge with one another in swirling patterns. I want to reach out and touch them but Momma made sure I knew not to get close. She says that “bad things” will come for anyone who touches the wall but many people have bumped the wall before. I don’t know what the danger is because everyone who bumps it seems to be fine afterward. Momma is only overreacting. It is quite the peculiar sight to watch the figures continually change and move around. Are they alive? Is the wall really as hard as stone like I have been told? I won’t know until I touch it, but momma won’t leave me alone.
By Mason Waltersabout a year ago in Fiction
Open Up, Let the Light In
Had a nation existed within the entire world who was not hostile and oppressive to his people, Elliot would have walked there by now. He imagined that such a place could never exist in the world because of the tension they caused. Everywhere they went, someone was there to oppress them. For the past century their plight had been the worst it ever had been. From a kingdom that, although small, had influence over the entire world, to desolation and rubble. The Luxan people were miserable, enslaved in the land they once ruled. Their history was disappearing but some still kept hope that everything would return to normal like a prophecy said. Few still lived who remembered it other than his family. Not even grandchildren of those who lived in the age of peace still live now.
By Mason Waltersabout a year ago in Fiction
