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The Fallen Citadel pt 4
FC 4 Irisia, the capital of Journagen stood before us and I was unimpressed. Their wall was meager, and it was hard to believe that this was the mighty magic city I heard about in my travels. Then again, no one was stupid enough to attack the kingdom of magic and shadow beasts head on. Yet, there we were a party of what had to be the dumbest and bravest group of individuals of our kingdom. Their security was very relaxed and only a handful of patrols roamed the walls.
By Matthew Mccahey4 years ago in Fiction
Don't Let Jimmy Die
He couldn’t sleep that night. He just kept tossing and turning, his head throbbing still. If he was already asleep, how could he go back to sleep. This really wasn’t a dream; it was some psychotic breakdown he seemed to be having.
By Elizabeth Butler4 years ago in Fiction
Hidden Places (Part 5)
Previously, in Part 4 Part 5: I was amazed to be in this little place. Location: Middle of Nowhere. Little houses all in a row, seven on this street, the same on the next. Then a “Main Street” road, with a convenience store/gas station, and a miniature school building, and one more road, more like a cul-de-sac, with three slightly bigger houses.
By Paula Shablo4 years ago in Fiction
Will's Opposite
“Alright, I want some straight answers.” It was the day after Jistan’s first battle-or, well, the first battle he’d ever seen. He still didn’t understand what had happened. In the end, the Delani had retreated, but they hadn’t seemed to be losing. Jistan didn’t understand battle strategy well enough to know why they pulled out.
By Kristen Slade4 years ago in Fiction
The Gilded Looking Glass: Chapter 3
Marjorie was quite sick of being with child. She was in her late thirties after all; she was getting far too old for the whole affair. She had already given her husband, Lord Thomas, nine children in all, throughout their 17-year marriage. Four were boys, all healthy, and the other five were bonnie girls, the oldest of which had already made an advantageous match. Only one of her babies, sweet little Jane, had not survived past the age of ten. The rest were hale and hearty, and had already weathered two outbreaks of the dreaded sweating sickness. Nine babies, eight surviving children, plenty of boys to spare. The inheritance was secure, and growing even fatter thanks to Elizabeth’s marriage to a financially blessed duke.
By Chloë J.4 years ago in Fiction
Marble Doors.
No one is particularly fond of nightmares. Ivory Garner is certainly not an exception either. As of late, they have been plaguing her sleep every time the young women closed her eyes for rest. Tonight, is no different. Just like the recent sleep terrors, the scenery remains unchanged. Moonlight shines on a smooth pathway of rocks that leads into deep dark woods, where giant trees loom high in the sky above. Their limbs and branches hang over the trail ominously, casting eerie shadows all around. Wind whistles fiercely, rustling leaves and scrubs, giving the illusion of dancing figures flailing their arms wildly and uncontrolled.
By J.Bee4 years ago in Fiction
The Tense Drive
Part seven of a short story series, based on writing prompts. Written while trying to learn to fight brain fog and perfectionism... and my ADHD. By this point my ADHD brain was screaming “I WILL CONCENTRATE ON LITERALLY ANYTHING ELSE! AN ESSAY ON WATCHING PAINT DRY WOULD BE LESS MIND NUMBINGLY BORING.”)
By Ruth Rambles4 years ago in Fiction
Benighted: (3) The Case of Sisters in the Snow
The frost did not affect him as it would most people. Zelmyr was accustomed to cold surroundings, having had spent countless days and nights in catacombs and mausoleums. Such had been the requirement for him and his kind.
By Reiley4 years ago in Fiction
Iced at Ragnarokk
With cruel and creeping fingers, she had seized the wheels of the world--a demoralizing surprise, for all of us who thought to know her.
By Theis Orion4 years ago in Fiction
Skating His Way Into My Heart
Days and days have come and gone. And soon enough fall came and gone as well. Honestly it felt like winter came a tad bit early. And summer went by a bit too fast.
By K.J.George4 years ago in Fiction
Aftermath of the Apocalypse: A Journal
Day 81 I decided to stay in my Aunt and Uncle’s house another couple days. It is out of the way and all the locks still work. It doesn’t even look like it was looted so that might mean the area is not too dangerous. I slept well last night due to pure exhaustion. I’ve been so hyped up on finding my Aunt and Uncle and going back to Maine. But now that they aren’t here, I just feel so worn out.
By Farah Thompson4 years ago in Fiction
Deep Freeze: Part Seven of The Journey
Read Part One: The Safehouse Read Part Two: Temptation Read Part Three: Suspicion Read Part Four: Glitter
By Natasja Rose4 years ago in Fiction