Tamron Harrison
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Writing is something that I'm learning more and more how to do. Being able to articulate my imagination and put it on paper. Hopefully, I'll be better at creating a bridge for us to better understanding to life through the stories.
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The Kingdom of Tairius
A grown dragon finds an abandoned child in the forest... That's troubling.... It wasn't an uncommon practice for those who worshiped the demon Ashkos (Ash-cos); to leave their children as offerings to be used for his biding. They were molded and grew into something terrible. They grew as sorcerers and dark warriors able to wheeled perverse powers. They were abominable beings called Fi-enon or in translation "the children of Ashkos." Other dark acts such as sacrifice were practiced upon the innocent by the blinded and misguided servants of such an evil during early ancient age. They would discard those unable to endure the cruel experiments pressed on them. History, unfortunately, records these accounts and are canon In the book, "The Foundations." In the book, it tells much of the history of the planet Threa (Th-ray). As many of the temples that did these practices, they were burned and laid waste by the armies of Tairius (Tar- ree-us); the kingdom that still holds to serve only true Great king and creator, Noil (No-eel). Those who survived were rescued by my lord General Jarinain (Jar-ree-nay- in), a renown warrior. I, Lieutenant Emile, write to you as record, the account of one of his exploits. But first, you must understand the whole picture.
By Tamron Harrison3 years ago in Fiction
Kingdom of Tairius
"Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say." Or at least that's what my dad says. He used to say that to me and my brothers after he had an argument with my mom. "Don't tell your mom I said that." he would also say that too. He works as equipment maintenance inspector for many of the moon's mining companies. Mining teams go up there to each moon for materials that the may deem valuable. Even on the moon, you can't escape the greed. Many of the nations seek territories and building city upon them. And with the seeking of territories comes territorial conflicts... war. His last cycle was on third moon "Oniel" (On- e- el). If you don't know, a cycle is basically a three month shift. It's pays well enough, and it's better than being in the Lowlands trying grow plants out of nothing" he says. My mom hates when he go off world. Especially, when we were kids and she was left with four boys by herself. We didn't make it easy. Not that we we're trying make it hard. I mean, we were boys. But she's been less pressing about it a last couple years since everyone is out of the house except me. That was until my brother Pearson and I were recruited to go to the Tairius (Ty-ree-us) University. It's the reason why I'm writing this stupid essay... because the professor (yes you), wants us to write about our "life experiences," which I think is stupid! And I don't care if does read this part! There! I said it.
By Tamron Harrison3 years ago in Fiction
The Kingdom of Tairius
There weren't always dragons in the valley. Could you even fathom brother, them returning. They were always seen as mythological creature or something to be used as a metaphor. The ancient book "The Foundation" speaks about them. Some believed. But in this futuristic world... with innovation and marvels beyond measure, The stories are seen as legends... but were here we are.
By Tamron Harrison4 years ago in Fiction
The Obsidian Prince
Tragedies strike the land of Crete. Hundreds cut down by the sword. Not by an army or any battle known. The morning cries of those weeping over the dead. The wailing was louder than the rooster crowing. Another city... Agios was decimated. The city was in ruins, but not by an military invasion. A survivor bore witness to the atrocity; "He cut through our defenses- destroying all in his path. The apocalypse has come and the fury of the gods is upon us! He fought with the strength of ten thousand... bellowing out a war cry... "I am "Fierce!" sweeping through the east region. The populous grew in terror. They pressed the gates of Grecian, the king of Crete, begging for him to bring the suffering to an end. They cried for their champion...
By Tamron Harrison4 years ago in Fiction
