Mollie Narutovics
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Blending philosophy with experience, culture with nature, and theories with poetry.
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The Doctor and The Baker
It is no secret that Gideon and Josiah’s childhood was clouded in darkness, with the only bit of light coming from Ms Celeste Page. The role she took on as their caregiver is arguably the only reason why the boys turned out to be so well-mannered and selfless community members. Ashford and Narkista’s lack of presence was both a blessing and a curse and left the brothers with many unanswered questions. Gideon and Josiah have little to recollect about either of their parents, and the memories that remain tell a story of betrayal and hardship. The brothers have given up contemplating and analyzing the events that occurred and have instead decided to bury themselves in work and extracurriculars. As their fondest memories center around her, the agony that has been lingering since her disappearance has, at times, been overwhelming and rarely inspires reminiscing.
By Mollie Narutovics3 years ago in Fiction
The Doctor and The Baker
In a small town, full of small homes, there were two small taverns. The streets were lined with chunky cobble stones causing the echoes of footsteps to linger and wander about. The approaching winter winds bring short days and long nights. A reminder that soon it will be night all day. In preparation, the mage’s apprentice was casting each lamp post with an undying flame, while others were harvesting crops and gathering goods from the forest that wrapped around the bottom of the town. When the day was night the woods seemed to awaken from an enchanted slumber. It was during this time that the forest was left to itself to regrow and reclaim what was lost. The time when night was day and day was night brought all manner of creatures who awoke with the forest. They skidded and hobbled their way through the small town all the while enduring watchful gazes from the townspeople.
By Mollie Narutovics3 years ago in Fiction
Listen As My Sun Sets
He blinks a few times, the light a little too intense for his unacquainted eyes. Looking around he knew he wasn’t in his room, at least, not his current room. It was his childhood bedroom. Pushing himself up to a seated position, he smiled. He twirled his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. It was a lot less effort than he remembered, and the amount of energy exerted didn’t make him winded. Noticing a mirror over a short dresser, not able to remember if it had always been there, he walked over to it and peered at his reflection. He hardly recognized the man with the kind eyes and dark brown hair that looked back at him. When was the last time he had seen himself with brown hair? There were less smile lines around his eyes, and his old age spots had disappeared. He was back to the man he was in his early twenties.
By Mollie Narutovics4 years ago in Families
Hand-Me-Downs
A tiny box wrapped in brown paper remains protected from the elements nestled in a tree trunk. Time has become lost and its placement soon becomes forgotten by the surrounding wildlife. How long it has been in hiding begs the question, and who put it there remains a mystery. As if engulfed in magic, the treasure sits free from elemental damage. A surprising feat given the luscious foliage in the surrounding area.
By Mollie Narutovics4 years ago in Families
