Taylor Westwood
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A day dreamer and adventurer finally writing and exploring all her ideas. Lover of sci-fi and fantasy.
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Improper Mage - Ch 4
The Monroe sisters were the talk of the ball by the end of the night. Hannah and Charlotte danced with their preferred matches many times while Liana tried her best to repair the damage she caused and make a good impression on all the available mage suitors. The mage community flittered with talks of marriage for the three sisters. Most of all, gossip centered around Liana. This time though, it focused on how well she performed.
By Taylor Westwood4 years ago in Fiction
Improper Mage - Ch 3
Liana attempted to escape the ball and find a quiet corner to hide in. Before she could though, someone approached her. “Excuse me, miss. May I introduce myself?” the man asked formally with a slight bow of the head. Liana gave him a respectful nod back.
By Taylor Westwood4 years ago in Fiction
Improper Mage - Ch 2
A long line of carriages waited along the drive to Sancta Vallis Castle, named for the capital city it resided in, stood imposingly at the point of the valley their city was protected by. Constructed of grey stone and pointed spires atop each of the many towers, the castle had been created from the image of power. Grand and sturdy, the castle stood for many centuries as a symbol of solidarity among the races of Triaedian.
By Taylor Westwood4 years ago in Fiction
The Friendly House Spirit
The spirit woke slowly, coming out of a deep slumber that lasted longer and longer each time it fell asleep. It had been worsening over the last year, this incessant need to rest. There was nothing to recover from though considering the spirit was bored beyond measure and did nothing each day. Its only desire was to host a family again. It craved life. Craved a family to watch over.
By Taylor Westwood4 years ago in Fiction
Improper Mage
Liana Monroe sat upon a wooden stool in front of a sunny window in her sister’s room reading a thick and heavy tome. Leather bindings frayed at the edges which were older than any relative she recalled having owned this book. The pages were worn from use, but the words were no less easy to read because of it.
By Taylor Westwood4 years ago in Fiction
What Happened to the Witch That Saved the World
Scarred hands shook with nerves as they reached for the clothespins securing the white bed sheet to the line. The sleeves of her tunic slid down revealing more scars ringed around her wrists from where shackles used to tear into her skin. They matched the marks around her ankles as well which she kept covered with stockings.
By Taylor Westwood4 years ago in Fiction
