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Tale 12: Night Hunt
Night Hunt “You say, lass, that you know not why some are after you?” The question was asked in a clearly doubting tone – and even someone as young as Senka, unsophisticated in conversation, could make out the clear disbelief expressed in this short sentence. They were now scrambling through the woods, as quickly as was possible. After coming together once again, Žarko told them that they must stray off the path. The forest would offer some semblance of shelter from the watchful eyes of their followers, even those above. This time the burly man was displaying a bit more sympathy, or rather the situation simply demanded it: either way, Senka and Vuk were now seated on the horse, while Žarko led it by the halter at a hasty step, quickly and decisively choosing a way through the forest dark. But if he had by any chance seen the rapidity with which the crippled man had moved just shortly before, on all fours, as he and the girl ran away, or the agility with which he had climbed up the tree and came down when he heard the gathering shouts, it would have made it immediately apparent as to how this supposed thief might have succeeded in such a vocation, and then they would probably have switched places on the horse. As they hastened, the dim light of the full moon would occasionally break through the branches above, signifying that the dangerous night had long ago already begun – thus far, however, there had been no sign of their pursuants. Yet the question of their whereabouts was far from the only one on Žarko’s mind – his surly curiosity was far from abated. Beyond the still lingering question of why she was being followed was the essential mystery of what exactly it was that was after them…
By Nikola Stefan4 years ago in Fiction
Ghosts of Alara
Ghosts of Alara The Bridge Ken stood on the bridge and stared out at the water. The moon reflected gently off its surface as it flowed softly beneath his feet. A subtle spring breeze blew whispers through the trees. It was a serene scene of peace; to everyone who didn't know its past.
By Xin Graves4 years ago in Fiction
Ghosts of Alara
Fated Union This is the story of how I met the woman of my dreams on the worst day of my life. I was done. Defeated. I'd lost everything I cared about - my girl, my career, my friends. I got low. Real low. Decided it was over. Time to go. Just had to decide how.
By Xin Graves4 years ago in Fiction
Moments Series
I think I have run through the scene I made at the restaurant, on my date with Landon, about a million times in the past week. I feel like I should be completely mortified but I’m just not. Landon is by far the sweetest guy I have ever dated. It is so weird to say the word “date” again. After what I endured while being with James, I never imagined I’d open myself up again, but Landon keeps surprising me in so many ways. From the very first day we met at our coffee shop he has made me feel safe in a way I never thought I could again.
By Jennifer Kent4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 3: It is not my place to judge.
After getting dressed, I slowly head to the galley; hoping to find it empty. Luckily, it was. I start searching for something to eat, finding the cabinets filled with a variety of food. I’m unsure of what I can take so I just grab a ration bar and sit down at the table, starting to eat it. I feel... unsettled. I’ve never had a vision turn into a dream, or make me fall asleep during meditation for that matter. I let my head hang, a little in embarrassed. Darryl must have come to see if I was alright and found me asleep on the ground, unless I slept walk to the bed. I bring my head up and rest it against my hand, staring at the ration bar. Which, I kind of doubt since I was in the middle of a vision/dream thing. A smile comes to my lips. How thoughtful of him.
By Sweets Ameli4 years ago in Fiction
Pirate Ophelia, Part 1
Preface In 2016, I wrote and self-published my first novella, Pirate Ophelia. The book was entirely inspired by a job I had just left, though in a pirate-themed world. It was a job I actually enjoyed but was forced to leave due to health issues, some of which were brought on by the job and the people with whom I worked.
By Jen Sullivan4 years ago in Fiction
Sandra, Celia and the Hobgoblin S03E04
“And then you can imagine how delicious it was for me to find out I was a dragon… I mean, Millie was always better than me… then Celia…. And I, we were meant for each other, and being able to shift into a dragonfly is such a wonderfully magnificent… but cats are good too… I mean, it would be absolutely tragic if you changed into cats cause cats eat… no, play, with dragonflies until they’re… well, dead… so maybe… anyway, it would be a ghastly thing to be eaten by a cat for me, but I ‘spose seeing as Millie and I are way bigger than you… we could eat, or play with you, not that we would, but we did eat our grandmother. She was a butterfly at the time, but—”
By Karen Eastland 4 years ago in Fiction
