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There weren’t always dragons in the valley. It was once a place reserved for only the most delicate creatures of the Universe. A safe haven of unparalleled beauty and lush green grasslands, the valley was known across time and space as a peaceful land, somewhere not fitting for beasts such as dragons. Out of desperation and survival, they started to arrive here at least 100 years ago, after the destruction of their natural home, Mount Agni near the Fire Sea in the far-east corner of Treul.
By E M4 years ago in Fiction
My eyes weren’t looking for you, but there you were. Pupils widened, glances between us, trying not to stare. How could the other half of me be outside of me?
By E M4 years ago in Poets
Boom, boom. What is that? The baying of her longing heart. Glimmer, glimmer. A rush within her. Wondrous feelings start to simmer.
Writing. Stories. Characters. Thoughts. Words. The Urge. You can feel it seething inside. Where does it come from? Is it primordial? Instinctive or intuitive? It’s almost like a reflex or a drug. The more you do it the more you want to do it and you can’t stop! As long as you’re writing something down, the beast is tamed.
By E M4 years ago in Journal
This morning I was dropping my 6 month old daughter at my sisters house to be looked after so that I could go to the hairdressers for the first time in 2 years. Yes that’s right, it had been 2 whole years since a professional had touched my unruly tresses…lucky her!
By E M4 years ago in Humans
I see your essence before I even look into your eyes. They’re the windows to the soul. But you don’t need a window. You’re an open door, willing everyone to look.
I have a dream, like a lot of people, for peace across the world. No more hatred, no more terrorism, no more racism, no more inequality of minority groups, no more mistreatment of children or animals….the list is as long as my arm.
I never met my great-grandfather, he died many years before I was born but in some ways I feel like I know him. I know he dressed well in a suit and tie most days, I know his love of birds and I know he was a passionate storyteller.
By E M4 years ago in Families
1921 - Charlie It all started in the summertime of 1921 when I had just turned ten years old. My parents had sent me to stay with my very wealthy uncle Philip and aunty Anne in countryside Maine. In my mothers words I was sent there to develop a good relationship with her brother, my uncle Philip.
Terry wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his tanned forearm and knocked the brim of his akubra hat upwards so it teetered on the top of his forehead, allowing a cool breeze to temporarily waft at his temples. It felt good. Refreshing even.
The door of the interview room closed loudly and suddenly it was just Detective Baines and I. I watched him as he walked over to the metal table and took his seat across from me. He smiled genuinely and I knew he was trying to make me feel comfortable.
Simon woke up and sat bolt up-right, For something had crashed and it gave him a fright. He squinted his eyes in the dark of the room,
