Fantasy
Tales from 9 Fractures
Though many who pause to hear my song do not know the weight of long-suffering, I've crafted these words to cultivate their patience. My retelling serves as wise sustenance for the foolish and steady guidance for those who wish to know love. If any, who would be of studious hearing, were to faithfully follow these words, they would find within them every story that has ever been told. For mine was the first. I will share this tale with you, passerby, listen well, so you are sure to endure when perseverance demands.
By Nikole McDonald-Jones4 years ago in Fiction
The Fallen Angel
A dull, numb pain rings throughout my head. My limbs slowly start to feel extremely heavy and weak. Blood starts to pump around my body slowly, my heart picks up the pace and I open my eyes to see a white ceiling ahead. A strong smell of lemon fills the room, smells quite nice actually. Something digs into my back making me feel quite uncomfortable, but this thing I am lying on is quite squishy and comfortable. I move slightly to the right making myself more comfortable. I feel a presence nearby, a strange presence. Something, or someone nearby is licking my face.
By Sara Sparrow4 years ago in Fiction
Powerhouse
There was once an old tale of woe. In this tale there lived a mouse. Now this mouse lived a long and prosperous life, while living in a grand forest. Benji, the mouse's name, told me once of how ettiquette used to be taught. Once he did that the trees in the forest would grow to large detail. Bound by the laws of the forest, this mouse would handle about anything that was thrown in its way.
By Alex Jennett4 years ago in Fiction
Outsider: Chapter Seven
“Is she here yet?” “No, Knud, can you please stop jumping around!” Jarl muttered tiredly. The day before had been long and hard. It had barely been possible to find the supplies they would need for the road ahead, as the markets and inns were down to their last scraps. More than one of the merchants and innkeepers he had bartered with had criticised him for trying to travel the Riddari road so late in the year, and Halvard’s relentless questions about their guide were almost as exhausting as Knud’s.
By Klaire de Lys4 years ago in Fiction
