Matthew Bender
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The Scorched Child
Akaru hungered. He flew in broad lazy circles, corkscrewing across what in this age humans called the Westlands. He felt good, still strong despite his age. As if to remind the world below he pumped two powerful wing beats and turned towards the coast, afternoon sun striking against his deep bronze scales.
By Matthew Bender3 years ago in Fiction
The Father
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The dull glow pulsed in and out of existence, whipping rake fingered trees snatching it back before it fled their grasp again. Eve was certain though, there was a light, and light meant people, food and shelter from the weather. She had been out searching too long and this could be her only opportunity. Pushing through the branches crowding a long dead path she made her way to the door.
By Matthew Bender4 years ago in Fiction
Four if we Die
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. There had always been sheep, though fewer since the dragons arrived. At least that was Rat’s recollection. Even in his maybe, eleven years of life he was sure there used to be a great deal more sheep in Grimwaters Valley. Many of his earliest memories were of sheep. Counting sheep, patting sheep, watching his father push herds of the daft things from one field to the next.
By Matthew Bender4 years ago in Fiction
