Series
Wind Witch C2
Dragonfly, stooped low to the ground as to avoid being seen. He tucked himself away between two trees that was joined and formed a “Y”. Dragonfly could barely be seen except his ears and eyes that peeked out from behind the tree. His large eyes were sensitive to light and the brightness of the fires hurt for him to peer at. Houses were ablaze, children were crying, parents were yelling as spouses were taken for fighting back. Another Indian village burned. Another Medicine Man murdered. Dragonfly could hear his friend's wife’s crying wail of grief yelling out his name, Steve. Grief stricken, Dragonfly fell to his knees and wept. “I was not in time. I was not in time.”
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Fiction
Truth in a Cloth of Riddles
He sat at the small round table and waiting for the woman to become settled. The room smelt of heavy floral musk and dried spices. It was ensconced in sheer, soft gauze that moved and flowed with each draft. A delicate lace was draped across the surface and a largish cup was sat in front of him. It had leaves and dried bark at the bottom, a loose tea. He watched with interest as the woman lit candle after candle while humming a soft tune. Each candle seemed to dance in time with the airy notes as she completed this task.
By Bianca Hubbard4 years ago in Fiction
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 40
From the desk of Dr. Mary L. Riley Los Angeles, California August Logan came into my care on the twentieth of January, 2015. She arrived at our facility early in the morning, escorted by a liaison from Canmore General Hospital where she had been admitted in Canada.
By Megan Clancy4 years ago in Fiction
Boomerang of Happiness - 11
While the guests of the wedding party continued to eat and drink, the newlywed couples returned to Alma-Ata for their first night together as a husband and wife. Leo and Anna stayed at the neighbors’ apartment, and Alex and Anna spent the night at his parents’.
By Lana V Lynx4 years ago in Fiction
When Did I Know You
The crash of thunder woke her from her sleep. Moving the thin summer quilt, she looked to the cooled spot where Rin had laid the night before. On the nightstand was a plate with fresh grapes and berries with muffins and a thermos. On the covered plate was a note folded a top.
By Bianca Hubbard4 years ago in Fiction
