Malcolm Roach
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Sleeping Dogs: Chapter II
Image by Craiyon When Tom woke up, everything felt strangely... normal. As if the previous day hadn't happened. Or if it were some bizarre dream. After he put on his shirt and overalls, and as he was putting on his socks, he looked out his still dark window, towards the village. Hills of the valley were tinged grey with pre-dawn light, and the black shape of Kinvale was still fast asleep. If Tom squinted, he thought he could see the rough shape of The Cobalt Knight's dragon, Zetreus, sleeping just outside the south gate. But with everything muddled in shadows, he couldn't be sure.
By Malcolm Roach2 years ago in Fiction
Sleeping Dogs: The First Knight
Many years ago... "Long Ago, and far away from our little valley, there was a land shrouded in eternal mists. Strange creatures roamed this land, hunting any humans that wandered into their domain. Yet, they too were hunted, for in this land another, greater creature roamed. The beat of its wings was like thunder, and its roar like an earthquake! Its breath could ignite forests, and its eyes gleamed with a fierce fire!"
By Malcolm Roach3 years ago in Fiction
The Krewel Girl
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The light could be seen from the town, as it flickered half-way up the mountain. Whispers went around the tavern of the old Krewel place. Matthias Krewel had been a kindly old man, in spite of his name. He often came down to the village, buying supplies, and selling the little wood carvings he whittled from the pines. The children loved the carvings, and would flock to him whenever he arrived. Some of these children didn't have the pocket change to buy his pieces, but every so often, Mr. Krewel would find they'd misplaced a coin behind their ear, which was just enough to buy a little trinket.
By Malcolm Roach4 years ago in Horror
Sleeping Dogs
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Now, at least two or three flew into town every day! Tom looked up from the turnip patch as another one soared overhead. The occasional thundercrack of its wings seemed to shove all the air directly into Tom’s eyes and ears, and he watched as the impossibly large beast banked toward the town, the dim sunlight glinting off its rider’s armor.
By Malcolm Roach4 years ago in Fiction
