Frank W Law
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Writer, Thinker. Maker-up of things. Other applicable adjectives available at request.
Stories (8)
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The Greywood Wyrm
Hyla walks with a hurried step clutching the boy's hand. She has carried him for an hour, but he is heavy and she is young. He is still half-asleep. The woods are old. They were not always this thick, nor this large. the roots around which Hyla stepsand stumbles, though she does not know it twine and twirl around the bones of ancient men.
By Frank W Law3 years ago in Fiction
Oathbreaker
‘There weren’t always dragons in the Valley.’ Those words would spend many years haunting me. There are times in the world where destiny announces itself with a mighty roar of challenge and others with the softest of whispers. My doom was written in the throwaway words of a vagrant, on the eve of my manhood.
By Frank W Law4 years ago in Fiction
The Little Black Book
To the sole beneficiary, I was more than a little insulted when I saw the back of you that day. I suppose you find it surprising to find yourself addressed on the first page of this little black book, but there you are. It’s been ten years by my count, but I know it will be many more before you read this. It comes to you as my price for the fortune you are to inherit from me. When you have read it, everything I had will be yours. The house. The fortune. The lands. The secrets.
By Frank W Law5 years ago in Horror
