Alyssa Niemeyer
Bio
My first gift to Santa when I was barely able to write my name was an illustrated story I made just for him. Today, my writing generally takes a more fantastical turn, but I also enjoy writing general fiction. Welcome!
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The Wind
The wind burned. The old man shifted the fabric draped over his shoulders and tightened it around his face. He lumbered another step against the persistent acidic breeze and cringed. His fingers were blistered and cracked. They wrapped themselves deeper into the rough thickly woven throw, and he continued forward.
By Alyssa Niemeyer4 years ago in Fiction
A Land of Fire and Blood - Chapter One
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Tarik found himself internally chanting this sentiment over and over as he dragged one foot in front of the other. Fingers gripped the seeping wound on his forearm and though the threat of unconsciousness loomed, it had not yet taken hold. He only needed to reach the base of the craggy rocks that marked the end of the Valley of the Blessed and he might live to see another sunrise. His head pounded and left ankle protested in time with his halted gait.
By Alyssa Niemeyer4 years ago in Fiction
