Traverse Davies
Bio
Traverse Davies is a writer and journalist from Halifax, Nova Scotia. He started out in IT but likes telling stories a lot more than fixing computers.
Stories (4/0)
Nine
An old man stands on a platform, form hunched like a bird of prey, layers covering his frail shape. His hands, clawlike, cup a cigarette, breath drawing hot smoke deep into his lungs, the meagre warmth fighting the frigid air. He is the only life in this frozen tableau, a solitary silhouette.
By Traverse Davies11 months ago in Fiction
Almost Like Wearing Nothing At All
Tanya looked down at the battle wearily. It was always like this, men covered head to toe in armour swinging giant swords at each other. They would fight all day. Most of them would walk away alive, maybe injured, or captured and ransomed back to their liege lord. The ones who stayed away from the berserker at least. He was surrounded by layers of armour clad men, his naked flesh cut in hundreds of places. He would die, eventually, but hundreds would fall before his ax first. Well, she didn't fancy dying in the battle, so she was staying away from that guy. She had a problem though. Her stomach was cold, not to mention her breasts. Sure, the armour plate that covered her nipples was tight, tight enough that they only popped out once or twice a battle, but still it was metal, and it was the only thing on her breasts. Still, that was better than the complete lack of anything covering her stomach, her thighs, most of her back, her shoulders, her long flowing blonde hair. Hell, she wasn't even sure why the smith had bothered to complete the piece.
By Traverse Daviesabout a year ago in Filthy
A Dinner Party
They gathered, as they did every third Thursday, around the long table. A mixed bunch, the one thing they had in common was that they were the movers, the shakers, the society people. It was Stan's turn to host, his turn to come up with something new. A lot of pressure given the group. After three hundred years it was a challenge to do something novel, to shock.
By Traverse Davies7 years ago in Futurism