The day you were born,
You smelled like the briny sea.
My blue-eyed baby.
About the Creator
Sarah Comber
Storyteller at heart. Writing is my favourite escape. Always imagining new little worlds and scribbling down ideas. Some of these ideas are stories here.
Thank you for taking time to read my stories—I hope they offer you a little escape too.
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Born of Blood and Flame
“There weren't always dragons in the Valley.” Bryn withheld the temptation to roll her eyes as Eldren began his speech. She’d heard it already far too many times, and Eldren was a master politician. Despite his ancestors having little to nothing to do with the dragon repopulation after the Fall of Skryr, his silver-tongue had deftly made the other members of the council believe otherwise.
By Sarah Comber4 years ago in Fiction
A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶7 days ago in Petlife
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