M. W. Larsen
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In the quiet corners of the desert, where the wind whispers secrets, I spin tales of the extraordinary. Fantasy, supernatural wonder, and the magic of storytelling fuel my pen. — M.W. Larsen
Stories (14)
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The Watching Darkness
The group moves past the thick wall of the Keep through the breach, Liora leading. Reaching her staff out in front of her the colors swirling around it becoming more purple. Only a few steps behind walks Brann with his double bladed battle axe resting on his shoulder. Due to the size of both Brann and Kael, Kael followed behind him. Nixie and Throne on the other hand fit side by side in the back of the group. The travel through the wall felt endless, though only taking a few seconds. The air seeming to get thicker as it weighs down every part of them. Then they cross the threshold.
By M. W. Larsen8 months ago in Fiction
The Approach of Calagan
The trip to Calagan was somber. Though the crew survived insurmountable odds, the loss was heavy on all that survived. The Kira had taken just under half of the Dayla’s crew. Sitting in my cabin my desk covered in papers. In front of me sits a blank page with my pen laying across it. The emotion almost boiling over as I read over Kyden’s death contract. A death contract, I required every member of my crew to write one, it being their dying wish if the waters were to take them. “Cap?” A quite vocie calls.
By M. W. Larsen8 months ago in Chapters
The Creature
All is calm as I sit admiring my work. The quaint little stuffed creature—a yarn creation woven together with many knots. The excitement is flowing free as I wait for my mom to call, so I can show her. A creation all my own, with little inspiration from others.
By M. W. Larsen9 months ago in Fiction
City of Sapphire Light
Though the train was quite empty, the street outside was bustling. It is almost like seeing my entire town times—I don’t know—a lot, walking the street all at once. But that paled in comparison to the towering buildings that almost get lost in the clouds. Some parts of the city even appear to be on floating islands! Floating islands! It mesmerized me. The streets were alight, not just with the sun, but with glowing blue lines traveling along the building walls and the street edge. “Are those sapphire lines?” I almost yell in excitement as I walk up to closest building. Stretching my arm out I place a finger on one of the blue lines. It sent a gentle buzz of energy through me—they were sapphire lines! Following the line with my eyes, I see it stopping at every light on the walls and street. “It is magic powered!” I exclaim. Realizing how loud my words were, I pull my body into my core shrinking as I dart my eyes around the crowded street. But not many people seem to have noticed—a few turned their eyes, but most just kept on their way. Looking back over at my finger only a fraction of a fraction of any inch away from the sapphire line itself. I can feel the wave and flow of it’s energy. If I just quiet myself I should be able to. . . ‘No Ravly, you came here to attend the academy. You will learn how to do this there.’ I remind myself bringing my back to the task at hand, Locating the Dalten City School of High Magic.
By M. W. Larsen9 months ago in Fiction
Quests, Chaos, and Consequences
Step into a tale spun with nothing but voices—no narration, no guiding hand—just raw, unfiltered words bouncing like sparks between heroes and headaches. This piece is a dialogue-only experiment, a little writing dare I gave myself to let the characters do all the talking (and boy, do they talk).
By M. W. Larsen9 months ago in Fiction
