Series
Sisters of the Moon
Prologue Norway Mid Tenth Century Drage Valley wasn’t always hospitable. First there were frost giants, clever shapechangers that ruled with frost and snow. A deep glacier covered the Valley, humans sticking to the Heights where they would be less likely to be fodder for the giants. It wasn’t until the day the ice had begun to melt, quicker than before, that the giants could no longer tend it with the mere strength of their powers. Something was finally coming and the unnatural ice began to thaw. The humans felt the heat of the dragon’s wings, whipping the air into a dry hot wind. The great ram horned lizard hovered over the valley and let out a belch of crimson flame, as well as a roar following behind the inferno. Below thousands of wingless land wyrms broke through the ice giant’s defenses forcing the creatures to retreat. The dragons brought an end to the eternal winter, the promise of spring drawing the humans down from the hills.
By Moira Gwyn4 years ago in Fiction
Lake House Abby Pt 2
I set aside the well composed letter and had a look about my surroundings. Still no sign of the Abernathy who actually belonged in this dimension with her lovely lake house, which I now absolutely must see from the water. If it is as spectacular a sight as the poor misguided, but articulate Abby who wrote that beautiful letter says it is, I simply must find time for a canoe ride with my easel and paints. Maybe I could give the painting to Lake House Abby. A bit of a consolation gift of sorts. I imagine she must be quite sore about the loss of her vehicle and fishing shack. Not to mention the fact that her home appears to be a vacation destination for other dimensional versions of herself. At least, that was the reason for my own visit to her luscious littoral estate.
By Haleigh Overseth4 years ago in Fiction
Fight Like Hell (Part 1)
I stood alone at the end of the lake. I looked out over the mountains and the partly cloudy sky. The sun beamed down making the water look like small sparkles of light. My tent stood a few meters away. My dog Barley came trotting towards me. He sat beside my legs, joining me as we both looked over the beautiful landscape. We had finally made it, and we were finally safe.
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)4 years ago in Fiction
Tales from the Cooinda Cycle: Memory Five
DING DING The electronic bell rang out, signalling someone was calling for assistance. DING DING The chime was a constant through the time at the centre, almost never a time that it could not be heard, there was always someone pressing their call button. If it had gone longer than five minutes without hearing it, it began to feel strange.
By Savannah K. Wilson4 years ago in Fiction
On the Way to School
I hurried along to the bus stop, where Jessica was waiting for me. In her usual manner on hot days she was standing absent-mindedly with both forearms shoved under her short school skirt and petticoat, holding them both up and leaving her legs uncovered to the upper thighs. Her dark-coloured stocking-tops and garter-belt could be seen by everyone. I squirmed, like I always did at this sight.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
The Luthier
Perhaps it was luck, or perhaps something beyond understanding, that made a luthier walk that day near the sawmill where the planks of the tree rested. A luthier looking for wood for new instruments. In his long professional career he had made a good name for himself, but he had not managed to get beyond the limits of the old city where he resided. However, he knew he possessed a great virtue, he knew that his instruments would one day immortalize his surname. He handled the tools as a musician, not as a carpenter, perhaps because of the gift that accompanied him since his birth and of which he never knew his name; he had perfect pitch. Having the advantage of perceiving in the wood certain nuances of sound that are invaluable by the rest of the colleagues in the guild, he turned his instruments into objects of desire for his closest circle of musicians. Knowing his gift, it was a matter of time before he one day reached the ears of a great musician about his prowess. When that happened, his life would change.
By Nouman ul haq4 years ago in Fiction
Double Orange Radiation 1
Double Orange Radiation 1: A Skrilxya and Ben Story: Skrilxya Yonamey, a First Commissioner of the Mind Empire Armada, has taken a mission from the Admiralty to investigate the border systems for pirate activity and aid the Allied Ombroj tribes against their antagonistic kin. Several Ombroj tribes use the system of 61 Cygni as a waystation for their nomadic fleets. A pair of merchants now lay claim to an asteroid rich in Crimson Matter, the volatile fuel for FTL travel that all the great powers of the galaxy crave. Skrilxya and her trusted Second Commissioner, Ben Rikaron, are traveling with the merchant team of Marc Tomadilla and Tiluddu to 61 Cygni to protect their claim and to flush out potential pirates.
By Bryce Greene-Forgue4 years ago in Fiction
The Oath of an Emperor
Prologue The air was heavier, as if it was something of physical properties entering the lungs. The land upon this realm was scorched as far as the eye could see. The sky was no longer recognisable, tinted with such a bright orange which almost made it look like it had been replaced with a raging fire threatening to consume all.
By Nevil George4 years ago in Fiction
