Alexander Loche
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Trying to get a footing in the self-publishing realm. Author of the fantasy series "The Rise of Rooke" and stay at home dad of three kids.
Stories (4)
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Project Azulus
Azulus Project An Alexander Loche short story Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they can say. Though Perry Raken would beg to differ as he watched a crew member of several months float away into the dark emptiness, black filled the Darryl’s helmet as he drifted away from the Azulus.
By Alexander Loche4 years ago in Fiction
The Usher
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Lyn stood, stopped in the trail staring at the thin glass window as the candle flickered in the less than perfectly sealed cabin. It was well known to those who lived in the area that the cabin was there. To the locals, it was like a cabin on an island. Everyone knew of it, but only the tourists wanted to see it. Despite knowing of the structure, the owner and the history of the cabin had faded into myth, leaving only rumor and speculation. Though Lyn knew of the cabin, it had never before had it seemed occupied. There she stood looking at the creaking structure. The thin cedar slats creaked under the weight of the rusting tin roof. As Lyn poured her attention into the shack, something unimaginable happened. The door creaked open.
By Alexander Loche4 years ago in Horror
Memories of Summertime Greed
Rhett sat on his metal bunk, his calloused palms resting on the knees of his thick canvas gown. Looking between his scarred knuckles and the thin metal trey as it rested atop of his steel table, Rhett wondered to himself why for the life of him he asked for it. The one meal where he could have anything, absolutely anything and he had chosen it. Sitting out in front of Rhett was a steaming pile of scalloped potatoes. The smell of pepper and cheese wafted into the air, invisible and still the scent pierced into his memory, a memory of summer not to unlike today. No, it was exactly today. Blue skies fading into dusk, clouds speckled holding off the curtain of the setting sun, painting the sky with colors of red, violet, and maroon.
By Alexander Loche4 years ago in Fiction
Ryler
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. It wasn’t until the Stockclad army pushed north into the continent of Droclor under the banner of a holy crusade, building garrisons and taking over the northern isle. In order to fund their holy campaign, the Stockland army started raiding the dragon’s mountain holds hoping for vast riches and mounds of treasure, all to build their growing empire. Of course, this forced the fleeing dragons to the lands of the south, and into the Valley of the wind.
By Alexander Loche4 years ago in Fiction
