Steven Comeau
Writer. Film Geek. Movie Poster Artist. Biased Batman Fan. Eater of Puffy Cheetos.
Steven Comeau
Writer. Film Geek. Movie Poster Artist. Biased Batman Fan. Eater of Puffy Cheetos.
Writer. Film Geek. Movie Poster Artist. Biased Batman Fan. Eater of Puffy Cheetos.
Writer. Film Geek. Movie Poster Artist. Biased Batman Fan. Eater of Puffy Cheetos.
The messenger extended his trembling hand to Prince Vikor. "He's left this behind, Sir."
Prince Vikor still still processing the news of his father's death, watched the messenger's hand closely. Nestled neatly in his naked palm lay a glass ball no bigger than an apple. Blue lightning raged from within the ball, sand particles stormed amidst its walls like a tornado. Vikor reached out and grabbed ...
Sam was always curious. He couldn't help it. It was in his nature. If Jon, the shopkeeper did not intend for Sam to look around the shop, he would not have hired him to be his assistant. And if Jon did not wish for Sam to open the dragon chest, then he would have done more than tell him one time to not touch it. Jon should have hidden the chest. It was only natural that Sam should find his way in ...
I am running a little late today. No one mentioned the ceremony being moved up a whole 3 hours. As always it was my problem and one I would have to solve for myself.
Joan, the daughter of Brock the town leader, is getting married today. It has been nothing but all the bustle and rustle since the proposal. This ceremony would link our town with the neighboring village, to ensure future generation...
"I have never been more excited to visit a post office." Elli said as she stepped off the bus.
Gregory, the shopkeeper, was waiting for her at a bench that sat next to the bus stop. "I suppose you're in for quite a treat, being your first time back since it all happened and all." He stood up and embraced her with a warm hug.
"It's good to see you Gregory." Elli accepted the hug, as it lifted he...
If you're reading this, don't go looking for me. I'm already gone. Like not dead, God I should have started with that! Sorry. Ok let's try this again.
If you're reading this, I'm somewhere you can't find. Not without a very special map. What makes this map special you ask? Hold on, I'll get to it. But before you go further I need you to think hard about this. Consider all of the risks. Right, the...
February 13th
Finally made it to California. Cross country moves are not the vibe. But at least it’s warm here. Excited to go to the beach.
February 17th
Showed up early for work today. First day at my new job. People seem nice enough.
February 30th
Finally settled in to the new apartment. Who knew going minimal would be so freeing?
March 4th
Kelsey from work invited me to meet up for drinks ...
"We've collected these images of a crashed Z-5 on a planet it's inhabitants refer to as Earth." Colonel Pokro displayed the image across the Captain's HUD.
Captain Riken looked over the image with disbelief and embarrassment. The room was fall of himself and his subordinates, yet you could hear a pen drop. Everyone was standing there awkwardly. The cause of this catastrophe was nothing more than ...
"Are you sure Souki? You know we're not supposed to go past the river."
"There's nothing left for us, our home is gone. We don't have a choice Tristan. Let's go! We have to move faster."
Souki was always the leader, naturally being the oldest sister. Tristen always listened to his big sisters, Souki and Shasi. It had been just the three of them for as long as he could remember, until the last Lon...
“This is as far west as I’m gonna go, you’re gonna have to get out here kid.”
The cab hovered down to the pavement, and I climbed out. Steam rose out of the grates on the sidewalk as I made my way to Little Eden. The smell of old rations, drugs, and mold invaded my senses. It’s been 3 years since I’ve been home. It’s funny how a smell can take you straight back to a place.
Old cars parked along...
As the sun comes up and the words fall out, I watch their mouths move, they’re sounds I doubt.
The engagers persist as a breeze passes by, I wonder if there are smells in the sky.
Do my thoughts escape my wandering mind? The fields of dreams intertwined.
I often wonder, Do great ideas come to all? If we let them heed their call.
Do I miss what’s meant to be, If all I see’s what’s in front of m...