Tyler Woden

Unbound by niches. However, I enjoy writing: -Fiction -Life -Mental Health -Analysis I equally enjoy reading in the same areas

https://medium.com/@tylerwoden

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Tyler Woden

Unbound by niches. However, I enjoy writing: -Fiction -Life -Mental Health -Analysis I equally enjoy reading in the same areas

https://medium.com/@tylerwoden

Writings

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‘I Am Buleta The Bull Sastro!’

Tyler Woden

4 min read

'You're always doing this to me,' said Victoria. The sparkle had vanished from her chestnut eyes faster than Vikrum had ever seen it, only for it to have been replaced by something like fire. She sat back in her chair and pulled her black dress up above her cleavage, and Vikrum guessed he was no longer entitled to that view for the moment. 'Why do I put up with this, Vix? Why?'

Vikrum felt his ch...

Code Green

Tyler Woden

3 min read

'What the fuck is happening?' said Chris as he watched in dismay.

'Well,' said Prince, 'it looks like a virus to me.'

Chris shook his head. 'It can't be. This is the most sophisticated artificial intelligence I've ever created. There's no way it could have been hacked by anyone, and not a chance of a virus beating my security.'

Line after line of green and yellow code filled his computer monito...

The Clown Of The Café de Flore

Tyler Woden

3 min read

"And you are quite sure that is how it happened, monsieur…."

"Stobart, sir," I said to him in the best Californian accent I could manage. "George Stobart."

The detective from the French Interpol had a heavy French accent. His black biro pen was nibbled at the top and wobbled side to side as he scribbled whatever he was scribbling in his little black notebook.

The scene was an absolute mess. There ...

The Chase

Tyler Woden

3 min read

It was a day like any other, I remember. Pushed around by my designated bully at the tender age, life was, to be frank, a little underwhelming, and most certainly miserable at an age that you just shouldn’t have been miserable. I was just seven years old, a nipper by anyones standards, and my bully made my school days into days that i dreaded each and every morning I woke up, and each and every ni...

The Last Entry

Tyler Woden

3 min read

Leroy opened up his journal and clicked the pen open. The nib glided across the lined paper as each memory came to him in waves of pain. He wrote.

We grew up without a mother. She died after I turned 9 years old, leaving me, my 6 year old brother Levi and our father as a family of three. “Cancer,” dad had said that day when he broke the news to us. I’ve remembered that word ever since. Cancer. Be...

Ecclesfield Festival

Tyler Woden

3 min read

The last rays of summers morning sun had given way to a gentle breeze, though Rosie could scarcely feel its relief in the midst of the crowd she danced within. She could feel her cheeks burning like a furnace, and the sweat that trickled down her back was so warm that it felt more like a caterpillar, dampening her lovely pink blouse as she stood there at the mercy of her surroundings.

Bridget...

Fellowships Transcend Time

Tyler Woden

1 min read

We had a bond back then, me and my friends, connected in such a way that it made us feel - or at least made me feel - like i was connected to something greater than myself.

I am talking of something that, no matter what, has you feeling happy, gleeful even, that such a thing exists, a thing that instills within you hope and bravery and contentment.

I admit it was indeed gleeful, the times spent ar...

Snap Magic

Tyler Woden

1 min read

“It’s absolutely intangible, Gandrad,” said Maximilian as he sniffed at the air. “I mean, ordinarily, I can at least see traces of your spells, but this time...”

“Intangible?” Gandrad repeated as he worked his staff softly in a circle. “Yes, you said that once already, Maxi. Your a Wizard of the highest order, man, will you at least conjure some sentences that reflect your supposed rank.”

Gandrad ...

Thank God For Camels

Tyler Woden

2 min read

My throat felt like I had swallowed gravel. I know what your thinking. No, not from booze or too much shouting from a night on the town, although I missed those for sure, no, not from that at all.

My throat felt that way because I’d been on a death walk through the Sahara Desert for God knows how long, and the last time I’d tasted fresh water was some time...yesterday maybe, as I write this. Or pe...

Action & adventure

By Fire Under Moonlight

Tyler Woden

1 min read

She chanted by fire,

Under moonlit sky.

I looked at the pyre

And watched a man fry.

Beautiful she was,

Touched by raw beauty.

Easily she robs

Men of their duty.

Wary of thyself,

Oh, men thou should be.

Ye knoweth thyself

Else burn upon tree.

Watch me now manfolk,

As I chant thy curse.

Hear this or now choke,

And heed every verse.

By choke or by plague

I need not to choose.

But death, tis ...

Fantasy

Horror