Izzy Franks
Bio
I've been into reading and writing fiction for literally as long as I can remember - currently studying for a doctorate in science and writing in my spare time.
Stories (3)
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The Next Stop
His name is Luke, and he is not having pleasant dreams. The first is a classic of its genre. He is on holiday with his family, and they are at the beach, setting up next to a cliff wall, nicely sheltered. The sand rolls down from their spot towards the sea, where distant figures splash and swim. If you asked him later, he would probably say he is younger in the dream, maybe ten or twelve. But the dream version of Luke doesn’t consider his age; he scoops up soft sand and lets it fall between his fingers, then starts to dig. Luke used to love digging holes at the beach, as deep as he could go until he hit water.
By Izzy Franks3 years ago in Fiction
Long Live the Queen
When they told her she was to wed and bed the king and birth him an heir, she gazed out of the window and would not meet any of their eyes. They were the picture of delight, the three of them, waiting for her to smile at their gift and complete the tableau.
By Izzy Franks4 years ago in Fiction
The Luckmaster's Promise
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Sometimes, like now, months would go by without a winged shadow passing overhead, or the snap of fangs against fingers in the berry bushes. Other times a new crop of the beasts would seem to arrive daily. But with every sighting, after a string of dragonless weeks or none, the Luckmaster would totter out to read the omens, and tell the Valley at large what future the new flights heralded. That, and what they must do about it.
By Izzy Franks4 years ago in Fiction
