Alana Stickles
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A Terrible Knight
Schlap. Schlap. Schlap. Dozens of grimy feet slapped through the abandoned warehouse, kicking up dirt and guck. Incomprehensible, angry chitter filled the air, bouncing off the rickety walls. Little green and gray heads with large, pointed ears began to pop up from seemingly nowhere, to welcome home their families, and see what all the fuss was about. Goblins rushed through the warehouse, baring their yellow, saliva-covered teeth in angry defeat. One small goblin, with rough gray skin and little wisps of white hair ran up to another, tugging on the ripped and stained tunic she adorned.
By Alana Stickles5 years ago in Fiction
I'll Hold it in my Heart
The sun began to dip down low beneath the hills, bathing the land in rich pinks and oranges. Stars began to twinkle, bidding each other goodnight in a way that meant good morning. Anaya Andilet made her way down her street, reveling in the glorious feeling of the warm dusk. The houses on her lane all looked the same, short, squat and calmingly blue. The only difference was the type of flowers planted in boxes by the steps. Her’s were gardenias, the white blossoms drinking in the last few moments of sunlight. A little ways down, at the first house on the left, the patrollers were beginning to inspect the houses for the last time that day. Inspections were to ensure every family was following their schedule, and keeping up on their responsibilities. Seven a.m to make sure all were risen; noon to assure the house was clean and orderly; and seven p.m to be sure each member of the household was back in time for curfew. Anaya had been late once, it had ended in a cut in her breakfast rations.
By Alana Stickles5 years ago in Futurism
