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The Kingdom of Lies & Gems 2
The carriage arrived at the small bridge that connected the city with the Avilla castle since it was surrounded by a small river. Vierizen had 5 rivers flowing through its lands and it was said that Artanges became the capital as it was the only place where all 5 rivers passed through it.
By Harrys Stratigakis3 years ago in Fiction
31 Days of October Writing Prompts
October is right around the corner, and what better month to inspire creativity and story? For this year, I decided to create daily writing prompts for the month for inspiration to exercise the writing brain. To have fun with putting down whatever comes through the pen—or if a sudden urge comes along, a paintbrush.
By K. Kocheryan3 years ago in Fiction
Welcome Home
“Some welcome home, huh?” I kicked a rock down the path, watching it bounce along until it caught a root and came to an abrupt halt. The smoke from Drew’s cigarette fluttered through the air and to my nose. I hadn’t seen him dressed up in years. His funeral best was better than mine, but in my defense I had only been back in town for a week. In that week, my best friend had died, I had crashed my car, and the hotel I was staying in had been shut down because of the drugs they were making in the basement. None of it I was prepared for.
By Katrina Thornley3 years ago in Fiction
ᴀ ᴛᴏᴅᴅʟɪɴɢ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀʏ
ᴛʀᴀᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴀ ᴡɪᴄᴄᴀɴ ʜᴏʟɪᴅᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ sᴀʙʙᴀᴛs, ᴏsᴛᴀʀᴀ ɪs ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴄᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘʀɪɴɢ ᴇǫᴜɪɴᴏx ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛs ʀᴇɴᴇᴡᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇʙɪʀᴛʜ ᴏʀ ɴᴇᴡ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢs. ᴏsᴛᴀʀᴀ ʜᴀs sᴇᴠᴇʀᴀʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇs, ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɢʟᴏ—sᴀxᴏɴ ɢᴏᴅᴅᴇss, ᴇᴏsᴛʀᴇ.
By Sai Marie Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
A Possessive House
Chapter One First, It Must Begin The wind whipped against the window where bright blue eyes filled with an unspoken wonder peered out. The sound of the pelting water was the only audible thing around — but this was a comforting sort of quietness that made one feel lulled into relaxation. Almost like the feeling eating turkey gave after Thanksgiving Day had ended.
By Sai Marie Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
The Reed boat
Laurelle Laurelle The purple clouds blushed pink and danced till darkness met the treetops. Meet me in the morning said Laurelle, sketch me on banks of the Oslo fjord reeds inlet amongst the dried rushes. She bathed and swam and dried herself on the shoreside in glorious morning sunshine.
By Tiffany Brown, Tiffany Campbell Brown, Tiffanarty3 years ago in Fiction
