Wynter Shadowbrook
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"What the hell?" Milosh was dazed from his fall and looked around in confusion. How did he get here? He went back into his memory. He was on his way home from hockey with his friends when he felt a sudden weightlessness. He massaged his temple to quiet the endless thumping in his brain. The clear open water in front of him sparkled as he watched the waves bring colored sea glass to coat the shoreline. Is this real? Milosh grasped the sand under his palm and scrutinized it as it slid softly through his fingers. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. The sun warmed his skin as the soft island breeze tousled his short black hair. He opened his eyes to marvel at the beauty around him. Where am I? Milosh swayed a little as he stood. A pair of hands clasped his shoulders to steady him.
By Wynter Shadowbrook3 years ago in Fiction
For the Love of A Dragon
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. I grew up being told that dragons were only of myth and legend. Nothing but stories of smoke. Only told to the mountain children to keep them from wandering off into the cliffs and caves of their home. Oh, how I wish they stayed a myth.
By Wynter Shadowbrook4 years ago in Fiction
