Fable Weaver

DOS Ch-11

I was walking from the Immigration zone towards the waiting area, dragging my red suitcase, my eyes taking in every face looking for two particular ones that I wanted to see more than anything else...

DOS Ch-10

“Mrs. Vogel!” A little girl raised her chubby hand high, “Where do babies come from?”

Mrs. Vogel looked very uncomfortable as she cleared her throat, “That’s, ahem, a good questio...

DOS Ch-9

Finally, the year was over and summer vacation began. I still find it strange that It’s been a year since I came to America. It was a very unique experience going from a lonely self-dependent boy...

DOS Ch-8

Steve didn’t call back for two more hours. It was only Evan’s presence that stopped me from going crazy. When it finally rang, I literally ran all the way over to ...

DOS Ch-7

I feel giddy seeing my performance on the computer scene. I know I'm only a novice when it comes to acting, and I have a lot of scope for improvement, but it was surreal, yet exciting seeing myself...

DOS Ch-6

“Finally Bobby’s scenes are done,” I plopped down on the couch tiredly, “Gosh, who knew acting would be so tiresome.”

“I swear sometimes you sound like an old man.” Steve quippe...

DOS Ch-5

I took a deep breath and released it as I calmed myself, “I’m ready.”

Steve fiddled with the camera for a moment then shouted, “Action!”

I smiled brightly at the camera and sa...

DOS Ch-4

Moving to L.A. was hectic. To start things off, we had to complete my official adoption and file the papers with the authorities. I decided to keep my original name, Troy Francis Armitage to honor ...

DOS CH-3

Steve had shut the book and was looking at me with sad eyes.

“Is everything alright?” I asked cautiously.

Steve sighed and put the book down but didn’t say anything. I did...

DOS Ch-2

My case worker left after accompanying me inside the house that was situated in Greenwich. It was a modest two story house in a quiet neighborhood. My room was on the second floor with a bed, a des...

DOS Ch-1

I walked slowly in trepidation as our little apartment got closer. It was a 3-bedroom apartment that, thankfully, my father had bought in cash before his death or we’d probably have to move to a ...

Dreams of Stardom: Prologue

It all started where it usually does in these types of stories. I died.

I don’t remember much about my past life. Or at least the parts about my family and friends have been blurred into ob...