Leila Lewis
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Hey everyone! I'm just a girl with a dream who enjoys telling stories! Feel free to read and leave feedback!
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Raenair Trilogy: Book One
The wind whipped past my face so fast that it stung my plump cheeks. My eyes watered and my chest shook with fear as I gazed out towards the country line of our kingdom. My big hazel eyes were blown wide as I watched the silhouettes of dragons and big men draw nearer. The tiny knuckles that dug into my mother's cloak were as pale as her face. My mother, eyes of gold and hair like russet silk, gawked at my father like a beautiful fish. She clung to my body for life, keeping me pinned to her bosom. My father stood proud and strong, facing the intruders, worry lines creasing in his firm expression. I was too small to have any powers yet, still just a child, however, that didn't hinder me from feeling the static pop and cackle in the air as father readied himself to protect his kingdom.
By Leila Lewis4 years ago in Fiction
Lenobelle
Chapter One First of all, I was severely out of shape. I ran only a couple of feet and my lungs were already howling in an angry protest. Secondly, my pursuer was, in fact, hella fit. Seriously, this guy jumped out of a moving car and just took off after me. Now, logically, there was no reason for me to run, considering I had no Earthly clue as to why this man was even chasing me down. However, he was large and powerful looking, that alone was enough to give me a spook and send me running to the hills. I wheezed, huffed and panted as my feet made heavy thuds under the ground beneath me.
By Leila Lewis4 years ago in Fiction
When You See a Marigold
In her youth, young Rowan played and explored just as any kid would. She fearlessly swam in the creek that teemed with life behind her farmhouse. She harassed various critters with her tiny, chubby hands, barring no actual malice, just sustaining her child-like curiosity. This was her life, every single day, sunset to sundown. It was a good little life, a happy one - yet, she was ever so lonely. She wished with all her heart for a friend, someone her age to enjoy all the excitement of her property with her. To her great surprise, the universe eventually granted her wishes. One fateful morning, as Rowan scoured her driveway searching for the perfect rain puddle to splash in, she spotted him. Her big blue eyes followed a lumbering moving truck, cruising lazily along the dirt road that ran for miles in front of her house. It pulled into the driveway not too far from her and from what she could tell, inside of it held a woman and a young child. A boy just around her age! This boy proved to be her closest friend throughout the majority of her childhood years. Sam was the exact opposite of Rowan, always chasing after her and begging for her to slow down as she whipped through the fields like a streak of blonde lightning. He was a nervous child, afraid of bumps and bruises, crying when he received them. Sam outright refused to swim in the dirty creek with his counterpart, instead, he simply watched Rowan flip about as he twisted his hands nervously in his dark curls. They were inseparable, or so they thought. One fateful evening, Rowan scampered across her lawn, determined to go and fetch her beloved friend. Instead, she was met with that very same moving truck from all those years ago. Sam left in the same white carriage that he was brought to her in. Her little heart was devastated
By Leila Lewis4 years ago in Fiction
