Sara Cripps
Joined November 2022
13 stories
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I became a storyteller at a young age, telling stories to my younger cousins. I fell in love with the written word as soon as I could read, and never put down a good book. Stories are one on my passions. It is a passion I hape to chare.
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The Changling
Ormr awoke to a disturbance within his forest. The scent of fresh human blood filled his nostrils and he stretched after his long slumber. Birds did not sing their usual morning songs. Vermin did not scuttle through the underbrush. The forest was still, too still for Ormr. He stood tall, the trees surrounding him stood taller, blocking much of the sunlight. His green scales shone in the morning light, turning the color of summer leaves. His eyes were a dark emerald green.
By Sara Cripps3 years ago in Fiction
