Angel Whelan
Bio
Angel Whelan writes the kind of stories that once had her checking her closet each night, afraid to switch off the light.
Finalist in the Vocal Plus and Return of The Night Owl challenges.
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A Dragon Dilemma
Light fell in slanted pools around the base of the ancient oak tree. Its gnarled roots spread across the mossy clearing, and all the young saplings kept a respectful distance, bowing their heads as a light breeze rippled through them. The oak had been there long before the forest that surrounded it. Sigils were carved deep in its bark, their meanings long since lost to time.
By Angel Whelan3 years ago in Fiction
A Dragon Dilemma
Light fell in slanted pools around the base of the ancient oak tree. Its gnarled roots spread across the mossy clearing, and all the young saplings kept a respectful distance, bowing their heads as a slight breeze rippled through them. The oak had been there long before the forest that surrounded it. Sigils were carved deep in its bark, their meanings long since lost to time.
By Angel Whelan3 years ago in Fiction
Infestation
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Maybe that’s why we had no warning, no chance to repel their invasion. They arrived in silence, their cloaked vessels soundlessly appearing over our cities without even casting a shadow. There was no war, no last stand for humanity. It was over long before we even knew it began.
By Angel Whelan3 years ago in Fiction
The Ticket Collector. Runner-Up in The Runaway Train Challenge.
‘Find a job you enjoy doing, and you will never have to work a day in your life.’ – Mark Twain “People these days are always so focused on their destination that they forget to enjoy the journey.” – Wilfred Perkins Senior, 1911.
By Angel Whelan4 years ago in Fiction
The Final Act
Three Days Until Opening Night The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. At least, that was what was supposed to be painted on the backdrop, along with stormy skies and lightning forking down beyond the silhouettes of trees. They were behind schedule, though, and opening night was in just three days.
By Angel Whelan4 years ago in Fiction
