Grace Barbic
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No One Could Ever Hear Us
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The candle burned for nearly three hours but I was killed within the first. I could not help my poor lifeless body as he cut it into pieces with his well cleaned silver axe, a flash of moonlight reflecting off it with each swing in the near-completely dark cabin. My arms were placed to one side away from me and my legs were placed on the opposing side. Flames of pain surged through my right hand and consumed me as I screamed in terror, not realising at this moment that no one could hear me. The curtains flailed as I screamed and the soft breeze inside whirled to a wail but stopped when I felt a drop from my hand. I looked at my own hand and saw no change but upon glancing at my disfigured form saw the killer was also a thief as he took my pinky.
By Grace Barbic 4 years ago in Fiction
Friend in the Stars.
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley, but that’s because they always knew where to hide. What rocks best matched their scales, where the clouds obscured the careless eye of a villager and the quietest part of the sky to seek refuge. Many had thought dragons to be extinct were it not for a handful of calculated appearances from the omnipotent creatures, for to be extinct would mean to accept defeat, which a dragon simply would not do. The nature of dragons was unmatched by any other creature. Not the giants, the sphinxes or the genies could match their self-interest or self-preservation, their cunning and intelligence. It has always been hard to tell if dragons would be classified as evil or good beings; some considered them an extension of the Goddess Avadi and sent here to do their will, whereas others thought they were Avadi in a new form.
By Grace Barbic 4 years ago in Fiction
