D J Smithson
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I started writing in high school. Having an avenue for a perpetual daydreamer to explore worlds and adventure, and have them saved to enjoy later has always been an pleasurable hobby.
Stories (6)
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Hunted
"There weren't always dragons in the Valley," Taaglon stated quietly as he gazed out across the verdant expanse, seated atop a moss-covered boulder. Rimmed by high, majestic mountains, cut long ago when titans ruled the world and fashioned it according to their whims, the Sauchill Valley had drawn what was left of his kin.
By D J Smithson4 years ago in Fiction
Chosen
Drifting through the vaulted hall, the ethereal servant glided quickly past tall shelves full of trinkets, gifts and stolen treasures, gathered over millennia. Ahead, a blue glow intensified with proximity to the immense sanctum, a stoney perch jutting out into a galaxy of stars. The border bridging gates to other realities as well as uncharted worlds. At least to him. His master knew them all, quite well. Approaching the female titan, he slowed and gazed to the large two dimensional map of the world they lived on.
By D J Smithson4 years ago in Fiction
Chosen
Within the room, hidden deep underground, Arthur had grown comfortable in the welcome light of candles that illuminated the table. Littered with notes, tomes, jars full of powders and other ingredients, his workstation had also become the normal haunt of this alchemist. Though working for the order of paladins, ordained by the church and by the king, had its own rewards as well.
By D J Smithson4 years ago in Fiction
Chosen
As the sun drew low over the distant horizon, the foothills of the Black Mountains painted an amazing picture, passed the church steeple and baron’s castle to the northwest of this neighborhood. Kavayen eyed the lazily drifting clouds painted in brilliant orange, red and shadowed in purple and dark grey. From behind, Elizabeth hugged him, laying her head against his broad shoulder. Placing his right hand upon her own, he caressed it lovingly as they stood in the kitchen.
By D J Smithson4 years ago in Fiction
Chosen
Had I known then the impact that their friendship would bring, I never would’ve joined in the fight at the beginning and kept my people from the horrors inflicted upon the other races. Things not now forgotten by all, but still lingering in the essence of our segregation. Kingdoms and towns, devoid of what had once been the dream of the titans, now grow and expand with that same mindset. She saw none of that, regardless of her upbringing. Someone I’ve loved since we first met..
By D J Smithson4 years ago in Fiction
