Series
The Burden of a King
Leofric Leofric stood before the fire in the hearth of his hall which sat proud atop the city of Avonar. His city. At least it was for now. Outside the wind howled and thunder rumbled as a storm unleashed its fury on the city. Lightning flashed and rain poured, while the thick oaken walls and beams that held the ceilings groaned under the weight that nature threw against them. It was truly a ferocious storm, possibly the worst he had ever known in his 56 years of life in this world. However, it was not the forces of nature that threatened to overthrow the King of Avonar and his city.
By Tomos Jackson4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter Two: The One With the Blond Hospital Boy
"You're actually out of your mind." Rachel yelled from behind me, after I took maybe ten steps into the hospital. I didn't realize she followed me here, so it took me by surprise, and I was angry about it, but deep down I was kinda glad too. I developed the frustration part because of how many people turned to look at me when she had to shout so shatteringly loud, but besides that, I wasn't angry at all. I was thankful for the distraction.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter Four: The One With The Sunset Silhouette
"Will you ever cut that out-?" Gianni shouted, overly distressed. He threw his arms up into the air like he'd dare to hit Rachel, but with a proper conscience, chose against it, settling on punching the air and only the air. His voice fell when he noticed he didn't know her name, which wasn't going to be easily accepted by her; she's a good person and all, I believe. With a major flaw of thinking the world revolves around her.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter Five: The One Where The Past Comes Back
"Hello, as you all know, I am Camille L. Lobrigas, the group leader of our English-recite presentation assignment with my team, Rachel G. Omosura, Blaire Y. Dalagan, Gwen J. Dela Cruz and Vivian N. Tatayan. In our process, we went through many disagreements, but after careful consideration were able to come to a solid harmony and I'm extremely proud of everyone for that. Thank you for your attention. We will begin, sir."
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter Six: The One With The Messy Handwriting
"Everything isn't what it seems." I whispered Mew's words that I've been reminded of to myself, the creak of the stairs louder than me as I followed it's direction. The mission up there I was creating to take on became the smallest amount more comforting. Still more difficult than not to see the life she was living like footprints in the sand as the only thing she got the chance to leave behind, but comforting because it felt worthy - like it would get somewhere.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter Seven: The One With The Police Station
"Ten, nine, eight, seven-." I evenly spaced each number counting back, sparing Rachel just the tiniest bit of time, but more because I wanted to watch her beg and cry right before me after all that she's done. It wasn't much to ask for compared to what she's caused. Is it a sin to want someone to hurt how they hurt you, even if it's much less than they did to you?
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter Eight: The One Where Rachel Explains Her History
"Just come inside. You're obviously not taking no for an answer and I'm not going to talk about this at any place if it isn't my own house. I'm not trying to tell the world my mishaps any time soon, and definitely not by the art of overhearing. I don't know why I'm even offering this much. I'm not obligated to tell you anything, especially when your suspecting is wrong. Consider yourself lucky." Rachel sighed, her hands stuck at her gesture to let me into her house. From her front door, the upstairs balcony looked lightyears away, and as if automatically I was trying to calculate how many floors her house had.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
The Lion's Mane
Author's Note: This short story is a continuation of The Bronze Setter. It had been about two months since I'd gotten my hair trimmed by Falco back in The Bronze Setter. The sword duel mid the garden behind the barber shop had been such a surreal experience that I almost believed I dreamt the whole thing. However, if I ever needed a reminder that it had really happened, I didn't have to look any further than my bathroom mirror. Every morning after I awoke, my pompadour seemed to have grown more voluminous than before. That coiffure made me look so crazed that I routinely got called out to fight in public places. I'm not sure why exactly, but perhaps it was my hairdo's passive air of pomposity that set some people off rather violently! Very soon I began losing count of how many challengers I had to put in their place with the butt of my trusty Estoc. Although as Falco predicted, I didn't even have to draw the blade from its scabbard.
By Obsidian Eagle4 years ago in Fiction
