Quinn Fernandez
2 min readNov 11, 2022

Late last evening, shadows appeared, fiendish apparitions meandering under a starlit window.

Tiny shadows, ink black and swirling.

Alert and restless, I lay prostrate; sheets tossed aside, following feverish and shivering night terrors.

Then the first contact came, a touch, cold and alien, firm and insistent, plunging into my solar plexus.

Eyes appeared, as black as hell…

Quinn Fernandez

I am a purist "method" writer. My life's goal is to create, and then to become, my own hero, in classic Nietzschean fashion. I hold a B.A. in Creative Writing.