Sandie Edwards
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I have a passion of writing and photography. The written word has the power to change the world and can bring humanity together.
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The Unfurling
Caraliya looked ahead as the young servant girl moved with the presence of one entranced. Closing her eyes, Caraliya felt the touch of dark power seeping from behind the closed door aheada. She could feel it touch all of her senses now. Quick flashes of fire shot along her veins from the warning of danger, creating sparks at her fingertips, awakening the magic within. The earth beneath her feet began to tremble, the stones on the floor rattling. She couldn’t tell if it was her or the magic emanating from the room ahead that was responsible. But her magic bubbled, her veins itching from her constraint on her power.
By Sandie Edwards 4 years ago in Fiction
A Servant's Timeless Mission
The portal glimmered into existence. For the past two days, a strange light had appeared in the air, hovering at the end of the street outside the abandoned Saloon town. Not that there was anyone residing in this sleepy town to witness the bright alien distraction. Not this time. That was because the last time a visitor arrived through the Crossing, the gift he carried, a brown paper box had brought about the beginning and the end of Josephville. That was a hundred years ago after the diamond rush rumour that created this town in the first place. Since the last resident left, the rows of shops either side of where the ball of light currently hung, had long fallen into dilapidated ruins. The few timber buildings that remained were weathered and warped, their frames rusted and twisted beneath the punishing desert sun. It was as if over the years the unforgiving heat had simply wrung the very life out of the structures that had provided shelter to its inhabitants for a brief time. Now doors and window shutters hung limp, creaking in the gusts of wind frolicking down the street towards the growing light.
By Sandie Edwards 4 years ago in Humans
One Dark Night
Everyone loves a good old barn. They have been around well, it feels like forever. And just about everyone in the country has one. Actually if your neighbour didn’t have a barn, you’d be forgiven for thinking something was wrong with them. Besides, where else can generations of children go and play til night falls and the sound of parents calling across the corn fields echoed that it was dinner time? Where else would teenagers find their first forays into the adult world of love and adventure of the human flesh? And where would the animals and occasional wandering gypsies find safety and shelter throughout the rain and icy winters?
By Sandie Edwards 5 years ago in Fiction
Heart of the Future
Heart of the Future Hope squinted. Her serious grey eyes scanning the barren wasteland of the South Quadrant broken by metal ruins and long ridges of giant red sand dunes. Nothing stirred in this miserable, oppressive heat, except the beads of moisture trickling down her neck. And all there was to break the monotony of the moment was the fleeting rays of golden light kissing the ruins in the distance.
By Sandie Edwards 5 years ago in Fiction
