Preston Dildine
Bio
I am passionate about a great many things. Why choose one, when you can write about them all?
Stories (9/0)
The Wake
He had no idea why he said what he said. The words just sort of tumbled out before he could stop them. And there he stood, staring into amber eyes that were now brimming with tears. Eyes that so formerly had been filled with grief, which were now sparking with anger and shock. Shock that he, too, felt course through him, sharp as a lightning bolt in an open field.
By Preston Dildine5 years ago in Horror
Why I Bake
My legs tremble from the weight of the day's activities. My hands shake with exhaustion and overuse. My back slumps forward more than the old ghoul-ish curve will usually allow. My shoes have long been forsaken, but perhaps should have remained on, if only for a futile sense of support. And yet I stand.
By Preston Dildine5 years ago in Feast
Spot-lightenment
His eyes are piercing, a deep ocean of emotions. Emotions that are, at present, flowing openly in a torrent of powerful vocalization, all seemingly aimed straight at me. We make eye contact, if only for a moment. I feel his pain. I am empowered by his depth and knowledge. His strength gives me strength. He looks away, but my mind reels from that one moment. One solitary moment, a brief instant that suddenly made everything completely worthwhile.
By Preston Dildine6 years ago in Journal