Mason Hazlett
Hi I’m Mason, I usually write Fantasy, but I occasionally throw in a mystery, action, and in October, HORROR!
Mason Hazlett
Hi I’m Mason, I usually write Fantasy, but I occasionally throw in a mystery, action, and in October, HORROR!
Hi I’m Mason, I usually write Fantasy, but I occasionally throw in a mystery, action, and in October, HORROR!
Hi I’m Mason, I usually write Fantasy, but I occasionally throw in a mystery, action, and in October, HORROR!
I’m in the library again, trying to find a history book for my Unsolved Mysteries project at school. I need to find a book on Atlantis. But either the library doesn’t have a book about Atlantis or nobody even tried to dedicate a few years of their life on a book on a theoretical place. But then, a bookcase caught my eye. It was battered and weathered down, so much to where you couldn’t even see the text on the front cover. I opened the book, only to be met by an overwhelming amount of dust particles. I dropped the book and stepped backwards, almost falling over the railing in the act. I picked the book up again, closing my eyes this time. The book had a language I had never seen before, but somehow I could read it. It said, “To the descendants of light in the future,
In the shadow of time's embrace, we, the Children of Light, reach out from the depths of Atlantis to convey a foreboding message. Heed our words, for they bear the weight of our ancient wisdom and solemn prophecies.
As the currents of fate flow through the eons, we implore you to remember our once majestic civilization, the splendor of Atlantis now lost beneath the waves. Your lineage carries the legacy of our people, intertwined with the secrets of our sacred tongue, Atlantian.
Beyond the veil of ordinary perception lies the power of Atlantian, a language of profound resonance and esoteric knowledge. Embrace this gift, for it holds the potential to unlock the enigmas of the universe and preserve the harmony between realms.
However, beware the lurking shadows that seek to unravel the fabric of existence. The ancient forces of chaos stir, threatening to breach the barriers of time and space. Your mastery of Atlantian is your shield and sword in this perilous battle against darkness.
Guard well the hidden lore, for its unveiling may tempt those with malevolent intentions. Only the pure of heart can wield its might responsibly and safeguard the balance of creation.
As the eons pass, remember that the light of Atlantis endures within you. The legacy of our civilization resides not only in the spoken word but in the depths of your spirit. Embrace your ancestry, for it shapes your destiny, and may the sacred knowledge of Atlantian be your guide through the ages.
In the timeless embrace of our shared history, we watch, we hope, and we trust that you will remain steadfast, for the fate of the cosmos lies in your hands.
May the brilliance of the Children of Light endure forever.
With whispered wisdom,
The Children Of Light.
I was shook to the brim, as I stumbled down the stairs with the book in hand. I put the book on the desk of the librarian, my legs shaking. “I would like to check this book out.” She took one look at it and said, “are you sure?” I nodded, and she took my library card and scanned it. The card failed, but before she could say anything, the computer started to smoke. “RUN!” She shouted, but I didn’t have to be told twice. My body had already gone into autopilot. I pushed the computer off the desk, grabbed the book, and sprinted out the door. The computer exploded, and then the librarian looked at me and said, “it is you.” Before I could ask anything, she grabbed my arm and took me to the back of the library.
To be continued….
As the theater curtains parted, the spotlight centered on me, casting a halo of anticipation. The auditions for the lead role in the play were about to commence, and I stood there, nerves tingling, adrenaline pumping through my veins. This was my moment to shine, to embody a character and bring the story to life.
But as I opened my mouth to speak, a peculiar phenomenon occurred—I felt my mind go blank. Panic surged within me, a wave of terror threatening to drown my confidence. All the lines I had painstakingly memorized evaporated into thin air, leaving me stranded on the stage, a mere shell of vulnerability.
Internally, my thoughts raced like a frenzied orchestra, searching for a lifeline amidst the chaos. How could this happen? I had rehearsed countless times, committed the lines to memory, and yet here I stood, grappling with the silence that engulfed me.
But I couldn't let this defeat me. I had dreamt of this moment, yearned for the chance to perform, to ignite the stage with my presence. I had to find a way to push through the veil of forgetfulness and reclaim the spotlight.
Summoning every ounce of courage, I took a deep breath and faced the casting directors, their eyes fixed upon me with a mix of expectation and curiosity. The weight of their gaze bore down upon me, amplifying my internal struggle. It was now or never.
With a hesitant smile, I spoke, allowing the raw vulnerability to seep into my voice, intertwining with the remnants of my forgotten lines.
"Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed casting directors, I stand before you today as a testament to the unpredictable nature of live theater. We find ourselves in a moment where the lines between the character and the actor blur, where the unscripted becomes the canvas upon which we paint our art."
As the words flowed from my lips, an unforeseen transformation took place. In that vulnerable space of uncertainty, I tapped into an authenticity I had never experienced before. I realized that the lines I had forgotten were merely a catalyst for something more profound—a moment of improvisation and true connection with the essence of the character.
"With every breath, I invite you to join me on a journey, where words intertwine with emotion, where silence speaks volumes, and where vulnerability becomes the bridge that links us to the heart of this character."
My voice grew steadier, my gestures more purposeful, as I wove a tale that transcended the confines of the script. Each word, born from the depths of my being, painted a vivid picture, a testament to the power of the human spirit and the artistry that lay within me.
Time seemed to bend in that sacred space, the room filled with a palpable energy, as if everyone in attendance recognized the truth that unfolded before them. The casting directors leaned forward, their eyes bright with curiosity, their expectations transformed.
In that moment, I realized that forgetting my lines had become a gift—an opportunity to shed the shackles of perfection and delve into the raw, unfiltered realm of true artistry. It was a reminder that the true magic of theater lies not solely in the memorization of lines, but in the courage to let go and embrace the unknown.
As I concluded my impromptu monologue, the room held its breath, the silence punctuated only by the echo of my final words. I stood, basking in the momentary stillness, my heart filled with a profound sense of accomplishment.
The room erupted in applause—a standing ovation that echoed through the theater. Tears welled in my eyes, a mixture of relief and exhilaration coursing through my veins. In that unforgettable audition, I had discovered the power of resilience and the ability to find beauty even in the face of adversity.
In that moment, I knew that whether I secured the coveted role or not, I had triumphed. I had proven to myself, and to those in the room, that the true essence of an actor lies not solely in the recitation of lines but in the ability to embody a character with authenticity, passion, and an unwavering spirit.
The city skyline glittered with the lights of a thousand stories, a beacon of hope against the backdrop of darkness. In a quiet, dimly lit apartment, Sarah sat perched on the edge of the couch, her eyes filled with concern. Her mind swirled with questions, unsure of what lay behind the masked hero she had come to care for.
Nathan, known to the world as the enigmatic superhero Shadowfire, stood before her, his silhouette cast by the moon's gentle glow filtering through the window. He had always been her protector, her guiding light in the chaos of their city, but now a heavy secret burdened his shoulders.
His heart pounded, echoing the distant thunder of a gathering storm. Sarah's unwavering support and unwavering presence had fueled his strength, but the time had come for the truth to be unveiled.
Taking a deep breath, Nathan stepped forward, his masked visage reflecting his inner turmoil. With trembling hands, he reached up, carefully removing the mask that had hidden his true identity from the world. The air seemed to still as he revealed his face, his vulnerability exposed.
Sarah gasped softly, her eyes widening with a mix of awe and realization. The man before her was Nathan, her confidant, her friend, and now, the hero who had been silently protecting their city from the shadows. Emotions cascaded through her, a tumultuous blend of surprise, admiration, and a newfound understanding.
Silence lingered in the room, the weight of Nathan's revelation suffusing the space. Sarah's gaze locked with his, her eyes shimmering with compassion and acceptance. She found her voice, a soft tremor breaking through the stillness.
"Nathan," she whispered, her words carrying the weight of a promise. "You've carried the burden of this secret for so long. I'm honored that you trust me with your true self."
A flicker of relief danced across Nathan's features as he realized the depth of Sarah's understanding. His voice, laced with vulnerability, filled the room as he revealed the truth behind the mask—the sacrifices, the battles fought in the shadows, and the profound responsibility he shouldered as Shadowfire.
Sarah listened, her heart swelling with a newfound admiration for the man before her. She grasped the significance of his actions, the courage it took to don a mask and defend those in need. With each word, their connection deepened, a tapestry of trust woven between them.
In that shared vulnerability, Sarah's resolve solidified. She stepped closer, her hand reaching out to gently touch Nathan's cheek. Her touch radiated warmth, an unspoken reassurance that echoed through their hearts.
"Nathan, you've always been my hero," she confessed, her voice steady and filled with an unwavering trust. "Your courage and compassion have inspired me. I'm here for you, no matter the battles you face."
As their eyes locked, a new chapter unfolded, their souls intertwined in a bond forged by shared secrets and unyielding support. Nathan's heart swelled, his burden lightened by Sarah's unwavering acceptance.
Together, they faced a future where their connection transcended the boundaries of hero and civilian. Love and understanding would guide them, allowing Nathan to continue his mission, knowing that he would always find solace and strength in Sarah's unwavering belief in him.
In that quiet apartment, shadows receded, replaced by the radiance of newfound trust. Their journey as hero and confidant would be forever entwined, a testament to the power of revealing one's true self to someone who cared.
Rain cascaded against the cafe window, a symphony of melancholic whispers. Sarah sat in solitude at a corner table, her gaze lost in the haze of raindrops trickling down the glass. Loneliness weighed heavy upon her, seeping into her bones like the damp chill in the air.
Her hands trembled as she clutched a worn envelope, its creases a testament to the passage of time. With a delicate sigh, she unfolded the envelope, revealing a faded letter adorned with elegant penmanship. Her eyes traced the heartfelt words etched upon the page: "It was meant to be for you. I only ever wanted it to be for you."
As Sarah absorbed the weight of those words, the sound of rain tapping against the windowpane created a backdrop of solitude. Each droplet seemed to echo her own longing, a haunting melody playing in harmony with her bittersweet memories.
From the corner of her eye, a familiar figure emerged—a silhouette draped in shadows, cradling a melody within his fingertips. It was Thomas, a specter from her past, seated at the old piano in a secluded corner of the cafe. The air crackled with tension as her heart quickened its pace.
Thomas's fingers danced upon the keys, coaxing a haunting melody from the piano's weathered soul. The notes intertwined with the rain's delicate rhythm, painting an ethereal soundscape that seeped into the depths of Sarah's being. In that moment, the music mirrored her longing, capturing the essence of their shared history.
As if pulled by an invisible thread, Sarah rose from her seat, her steps tentative yet purposeful. The raindrops collided with the window, as if nature conspired to underscore her inner turmoil. The room fell away, leaving only the piano, Thomas, and the remnants of their love.
With each step closer, Sarah's heart thundered within her chest, as if fighting to break free from the cage of lost time. When she reached Thomas, her outstretched hand held the worn envelope, a vessel carrying their shared memories.
Their eyes met, a language of unspoken emotions passing between them. The weight of their history hung in the air, charged with both longing and uncertainty. Thomas reached out, his fingers brushing against hers as he accepted the envelope.
Silence enveloped the room, the sound of rain a distant lullaby. Sarah's breath caught in her throat as Thomas gently opened the envelope, unfolding the fragile pages within. The words, etched with faded ink, danced before his eyes—a testament to a love that had weathered the tides of time.
His gaze met Sarah's, his voice a whisper that reverberated through the chambers of their hearts: "It was meant to be for you. I only ever wanted it to be for you."
In that moment, the world stood still. Raindrops continued their dance upon the window, a gentle serenade to their reunion. Their connection transcended the boundaries of time, evoking memories of stolen kisses, whispered promises, and unspoken dreams.
As they embraced, the scent of rain mingled with the warmth of their reunion, and the sound of their breaths merged in harmony. Loneliness dissolved, replaced by the symphony of a love rediscovered. In that tender exchange, they embarked on a journey to compose a new chapter, intertwining their destinies once more amidst the echoes of their enduring love.
The city pulsated with an undercurrent of chaos. In the heart of downtown, chaos was unleashed in a whirlwind of events that seemed to defy logic. People rushed through the streets, their faces etched with confusion and panic. The air crackled with tension as sirens wailed in the distance, blending with the cacophony of horns blaring and voices raised in alarm.
Amidst the chaos, a young woman named Lily found herself caught in the midst of the storm. She had been on her way to a job interview, hoping to embark on a new chapter in her life, when the city erupted into madness. With each step, her heart pounded in her chest, fear intertwining with determination as she navigated the tumultuous streets.
Buildings loomed like monoliths, their windows shattered and billowing smoke, casting an eerie glow upon the chaotic scene. Peculiar phenomena unfolded before Lily's eyes—a flash of lightning striking the pavement, shattering the concrete into fragments, and strange gusts of wind spiraling in unpredictable patterns.
As she pressed forward, Lily noticed a crowd gathering near a park. Curiosity mingled with trepidation as she approached, drawn to the epicenter of the commotion. In the heart of the park, an inexplicable phenomenon unfolded. The laws of physics seemed to unravel, as gravity twisted and contorted, and objects levitated and spun in mid-air.
A sense of unease settled in Lily's gut, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the surreal spectacle. Fear gripped the crowd, their voices raised in disbelief and awe. Some tried to capture the phenomenon on their phones, while others sought refuge in prayer, desperate for answers and safety.
As Lily watched, a burst of energy surged through her, a flicker of resolve amidst the chaos. A surge of determination coursed through her veins. She felt compelled to uncover the truth behind the unfolding chaos, to find a way to restore order to the disarrayed symphony of events.
Gathering her courage, Lily wove through the bewildered crowd, searching for answers. She encountered others who were similarly drawn to the epicenter, each with their own unique set of skills and stories. A brilliant scientist, a resilient police officer, a gifted empath—they all joined forces, their collective determination fueling their quest for understanding.
Together, they delved deeper into the mystery, unraveling clues and piecing together fragments of knowledge. They discovered an ancient artifact hidden beneath the park, its power unleashed accidentally, disrupting the very fabric of reality. Guided by their individual strengths and unwavering resolve, they embarked on a perilous journey to restore equilibrium, to mend the fractured symphony of chaos.
Through trials and tribulations, their bond grew stronger, their determination unwavering. As they ventured deeper into the heart of the chaos, facing unexpected dangers and personal sacrifices, they discovered that unity and resilience could conquer even the most chaotic of storms.
In a climactic showdown, with the weight of the city's fate upon their shoulders, they harnessed their combined strength and knowledge to confront the source of the chaos. Through selflessness and ingenuity, they managed to restore balance, silencing the tempest that had consumed the city.
As the chaos subsided, the city emerged from the shadows, transformed but resilient. Lily and her newfound allies were hailed as heroes, their names etched into the annals of the city's history. But it was their unwavering spirit, their unity amidst chaos, that resonated most deeply. The city, once gripped by disarray, emerged stronger, bound together by the shared experience of overcoming the unraveled symphony.
This is also a sneak peek of a short story I will put on here in a few days, stay tuned!
In shadows' dance, a city thrives at night, Awash in hues of neon's vibrant light. Where bustling streets, like veins, pulse with life, A symphony of sounds, a nocturnal rife.
Unknown faces pass, mere strangers in the crowd, A tapestry of stories, whispered, yet unbowed. Each step unravels tales untold, untamed, In this nocturnal labyrinth, dreams unnamed.
The air tinged with mystery, secrets on the breeze, As if the city whispers secrets with ease. Through alleys dim, where dreams and fears collide, A world awakens, where masks are cast aside.
From towering buildings, dreams take flight, They soar above the chaos, embracing the night. The city's heartbeat, a rhythm uncontrolled, Ignites the fire within, a story to be told.
And amidst this vibrant, unfamiliar scene, A sense of longing, a feeling unforeseen. For in this nocturne realm, I find my place, A stranger, yet connected in cosmic embrace.
As time unfurls, the city's pulse beats strong, A symphony of souls, where I belong. I'm but a wanderer, captivated, in awe, In this nocturnal city, where dreams withdraw.
So, I'll wander through this urban reverie, Embracing the unknown, the mystery. For in the heart of darkness, a tale is born, A poem woven from a city's vibrant morn.