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The Gathering Shadows of Namaraga
There are many obscure and strange stories, ones that provoke our deepest imaginations or make us face our darkest fears. Tales are told across time and throughout the earth's history, and such is the nature also of the Gnomes. Now, the Gnomes in the next series of stories are part of a collection of "Gnomish Folklore of the Second Age", and are not the ones you might think of. They are not the miniscule people who hide in gardens and cause mischief (though they do tend to cause quite a ruckus now and again). These sort of people are what you may call a mix, or a half-breed, of Dwarves and halflings. Thick grey beards sprout from the men as a distinguishable feature and bright, rosy red cheeks blush in the fair skin of the women. They are a cheery people, despite their horrible past and their tragedies; yet they prefer to live in the moment rather than dwell on the pain of the past. And how does one forget such tragedies? Many answers may apply to that, but for this purpose, it is the telling of stories; ones that make all Gnomes gather around the campfires to share and listen under the stars or to pass in traditions during special holidays and comfortable family occasions.
By J. J. Schelhaas3 years ago in Fiction
Natural Magic Chapter 17
Read Chapter 16 Here Key stayed at Hawthorne House until eight forty-five when the others waved her away, making her promise to return the next time they had a pageant. She rode her bliss all the way back to Victoria House, when her mood dropped upon entering the common.
By Molly Marjorie3 years ago in Fiction
The Samhain Chronicles: Ch. 13
Pain. Blind, pure, excruciating pain. That was all that Danny knew. The silver crucifix seared his brow like molten lead, but he couldn't move to knock Mother Abigail's hand away. His spine arched backward away from her at an unnatural angle as an unearthly scream rose from his throat. Mother Abigail held the back of his head with her other hand, keeping him upright and the cross pressed firmly to his forehead. After the initial shock wore off, he began twisting in her grip, trying to free himself. For such an elderly woman, however, Mother Abigail's grip was firm and unrelenting. Her eyes bore into him, still warm but incredibly stern, "Breathe, Daniel; focus on the darkness, and expunge it!!"
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Fiction
On The Other Side of The Spectrum 3
Dopax clapped very slowly but firmly as Lidua’s and Yevin’s appearances entered his vision. Venye and Regaz stared at them like a father looking at his boy thinking he has grown up. Silgy had a similar look on her face, but it didn’t feel like it was directed at them.
By Harrys Stratigakis3 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 Fallen
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. By the dying light of the second sun a grandfather clock chimes nine, and bitterness sails across barren sand--heading for the dome made of stone where one inhabitant still remains. Her boiled blood pulsing to fingertips and toes. Spontaneous combustion at any moment nudges and pulls in an unsettled mind. When lead drips heavy into her twisted stomach—snap! With eyes like full moons Emily heaves! Throwing soapy waves of bath water until eventually gripping the copper rail tight enough to settle herself.
By Daniel J.Smith3 years ago in Fiction
