Kenneth Donovan II
Bio
Hi, I’m going to college to become an English Teacher, and I have aspirations of being an author. Clearly setting myself up for financial success.
Stories (9/0)
Cold Blooded
Was having a horde of snakes too out of the ordinary for an otherwise perfectly average woman? Beatrix often wondered this whenever she looked at the huge terrarium full of serpents. Her girlfriend had tucked it into a corner where it received all the light the snakes inside needed, but where it was also so out of the way that, despite its size, she often forgot that it was there. The only time it really caught her eye was in the morning; Beatrix was an elementary teacher, and woke up at an absurdly early time that was so instilled that she did so even on the weekend. The first thing she woke up to see was her girlfriend’s still slumbering face, and she’d lay there and admire how serene she looked in sleep. Lucie was always so tense when awake, she was never really relaxed. Beatrix would often playfully offer to give her a back rub, and come away worried over how many new knots had popped up.
By Kenneth Donovan II3 months ago in Fiction
Eternal in the Sand
‘Why do you want to become an archeologist?’ was the question I got from friends and family most often, and I asked the same of my fellow students, and later colleagues. Most of them said they loved history, and that they wanted to uncover secrets of the past. And that was where our aspirations differed: I wanted to unlock immortality.
By Kenneth Donovan II5 months ago in Fiction
Bloodlines and Blood Debts
“A soul to journey back, A body left hollow. Where you walked, Dorcas Solart, I will follow.” For a moment, Leta could not breathe. She went to claw at her throat, to open her already gasping mouth for air that wasn’t there, but she no longer had any. They had been left behind with her body in the attic, along with any sense of gravity. Her soul was simply falling, like she had been thrown from a plane and was plummeting down, and all she could see was the void above her.
By Kenneth Donovan II6 months ago in Fiction
Land of the Blighted: Part One
Mary’s visions had begun small and scattered. A flash of a clawed hand tracking grooves in a rock. Dark waves breaking on a cliff. A pair of milky black eyes floating alone in a void, just staring on. They were simple, easily lost in the tangle of her dreams. But then they had begun to invade her waking moments. The first time she had been possessed by one of these visions, she had been riding by horse back to Jacksonville, her eyes lost to a sight of horror that had her gripping the reins and spooking the horse.
By Kenneth Donovan II6 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - October 2023
Thorns and Beating HeartsTop Story - October 2023
Once upon a time, in the city of Thorn, there was a young man named Karsen who lived in a tower. He was not imprisoned in the spire of stone, though within it he often felt trapped. He was a Crown Prince, of a mountainous and forest filled kingdom called Alnorac. There was no looming threat of war, no curse from a warty old wizard, and yet the prince felt like there was something he was missing. He would stare into the shadowy mirror hung on the wall while pondering this, and sometimes it seemed like it stared back. And then, he found that missing thing at the festival.
By Kenneth Donovan II6 months ago in Fiction
The Tower Window
Once upon a time, there was a small kingdom called Ravaria, ruled over by a king and queen. They were good rulers, who governed their subjects with a kind hand, and defended them from their more sizable neighbors to the West with their sharp wits and meager forces. But as seasons passed, they were growing older, and still had no heir to one day rule Ravaria in their place. When another Spring had come and gone and they still had no son or daughter, the king and queen sent a hawk into the forest, a plea for help tied to its leg.
By Kenneth Donovan IIabout a year ago in Fiction
