N. K. Barclay
Bio
I am a newly published indie author. My first book series is Magical Costs. So far, only the first book is out. There are going to be four books in the series.
Stories (4)
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Witch Way
Rachel runs through the tavern to the only person who ever believed in her. She kneels next to the blood corpse of her soul mate. “No, please don’t leave me. Not like this. Baby, stay with me. We’re meant to be together till the end of time.” Tears streaming down her soft cheeks, her nose puffy from crying and screaming for the men not to shoot. Salem had always been a place that witches could go to feel safe. At least that’s what Rachel thought.
By N. K. Barclay3 years ago in Fiction
The Day the Dragons Arrived
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. It used to be so peaceful. The day the dragons arrived, the Valley never felt the same. Jamie could still remember the day it happened. It was a normal morning, like any other. She woke up early that day, like she did every day to get her chores done. She walked out of the small two-bedroom cabin that she lived with her parents, older brother and younger sisters. The family of six made it work the best they could. Jamie was the first one up that morning, even before her parents. She liked to take her time with her morning chores, it gave her time to daydream, wondering what life would be like if she lived in a different time.
By N. K. Barclay4 years ago in Fiction
Pearadise
Julian sighed softly, sitting on the edge of the highest building in New York City. Although, if you looked at it now, the roof was only three feet off the ground. Julian swung her legs gently, squinting against the bright morning light. Her waist-length brown hair lay in curls down her back. She wore black cargo pants that had more pockets than she could fill. A brown tank top that hugged the curves of her body, and white tennis shoes with small holes starting to appear in the soles.
By N. K. Barclay4 years ago in Fiction
Love is in the Painting
"Come on!! Hurry!" Little Jessica Raine shouted at her best friend Scylla. Scylla let out a laugh, running a few paces behind Jessica, clenching their ice skates. Scylla wore a thick jacket that kept her body heat inside, keeping her warm. She could see her breath. Her boots stomped against the soft white powder as they ran towards the small pond that was on the edge of town, which froze during the winter.
By N. K. Barclay4 years ago in Fiction
