Lee Coleman
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Scotland is a land filled with myths and legends, tales and terrors.It then makes sense that so many stories fill the land because the people love telling them, with a few added arms and legs of course. These are my stories.
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A Moment
Two black dots. Two black dots, each with a white centre mirrored on dazzling orange wings. It was stunning. A butterfly resting on the window. For just a moment our two worlds touched, linked through a sheet of glass. Connected briefly before, before it flew away. Before it left. A flutter of its wings carried it free, carried it away from me, from here. It wasn’t personal, how could it be? With a beat of its wings, it was gliding away with ease and grace and I watched it go. I felt stupid to cry which only brought more tears. Stupid girl crying over stupid things I told myself.
By Lee Coleman4 years ago in Psyche
Cenda
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The words were etched into the stone arch of the gateway, a clear message to any traveller passing through as to who controlled this land. That the dragons were here now. The rulers of Inbar Sechuar considered themselves kin to the great drakes of legend, the draconic iconography of their house was impossible to miss, statues, glyphs, carvings and columns all bearing their heraldry littered the cities architecture. Cenda had seen many noble houses liken themselves to the beasts in her travels though few as boldly as the princes of this mighty state. Power, wielded in many ways, in many forms by many peoples.
By Lee Coleman4 years ago in Fiction
