Carlos Costa is a teller of tales nearly long forgotten. If age is gauged by one’s experience than to call him an old soul would be an understatement. A writer, a debater, one who tells stories as furiously as he seeks them out. Carlos has been writing poetry, short stories almost as long as he’s been telling them. Horror, Fantasy, and Sci-Fi have always been home but in truth. Carlos will pull his writing from anything that inspires him, and so, nothing is really of the table. Being born in Western Europe, and despite making Canada his home from an early age. He has always been drawn the folklore, mythos, and legends normally ignored by modern literature. With so many stories built on the same foundations as those before them. His goal is both to breathe new life into the things we read, and to reveal legends many would otherwise never experience.
“Do you still think of her?” Alyson’s words were soft, their tender touch relaxing to Robert. He continued to fidget, his fingers juggling the same emptiness that had filled his thoughts.
The chill of the morning airbrushed across the snowy mounds surrounding the frozen hut. Its cool breeze playing with the fox furs lining the small entryway. The sun was only beginning its slow climb