Nikola Stefan
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Nikola Stefan 👑 is a fantasy writer and a seeker, author of the Tale of Tales 📚 series (order now: 50% off!) A wanderer of the world, he seeks the mythical knowledge. His dark heritage demands that he always do so. Join the Club! 🍷
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Tale 3: The Flames of Change
The Flames of Change The scurry through the woods, that followed immediately, Senka would remember as only a blur of quick images; several scratches from thorns and branches, a slight tear in the sleeve of her white shirt, her scarf snared by a low stick that dragged it off her head, leaving it hanging from the knotted braid underneath her disheveled hair as she ran on in a panic; her dog racing by her side, his ears constantly pricked up and his head unnaturally raised, as if any moment they would come across something terrible; an awareness of her right hand pulling back the greenish scarf to the top of her scalp, her left arm reaching for a moment to help, and in this moment the feeling that the empty skin for water was weighing on her more than it ever had before when full. The instant when, breathless, but too frightened to notice her breathlessness, she stopped upon the exit from the forest and, in front of her, saw all that her family possessed. The small field her father toiled over everyday, and the path that led through the field to a small low house made up of a single large room where she had spent most of her life, with its floor of well-pressed earth and hearth in the middle. The moment in which the empty waterskin just dropped from her hand. The next moment in which she again began to run, this time directly to the raging fire devouring what just a short hour before she had called home.
By Nikola Stefan4 years ago in Fiction
Tale 2: Senka and Vidra
PART I • A Strange Bunch • Senka and Vidra Senka was happy. It is not hard to be happy when you know so little. She could not know, as no one else could have, that her name was born out of a strange misunderstanding in the thick of a tragedy, but had firmly gripped her father’s story that her name was the last wish of her departed mother, the most important gift that she had left her with. In truth, the girl wished for her mother everyday, but this was only a vague desire for something not truly known, which could never be called suffering. She had a father whom she loved, who never raised his hands against her. Even the stepmother rarely beat her, and only when she truly made a mess of things and her father was not there.
By Nikola Stefan4 years ago in Fiction
A Double Fantasy Writer
Nikola Stefan is a fantasy writer and a seeker. He has been honing his crafts for many years, across decades. While having a PhD in Intellectual Capital, it is writing that is his true passion, calling, and life. His safehouse from the supernatural is science.
By Nikola Stefan4 years ago in Futurism
