Excerpt
Demon's Birth
Thomas Oskoff stared at the woman through the bushes. He held the stake in his hand, debating what to do. He had been waiting for this moment. He had been hunting her for years. He told his wife he would be back soon, he told her he had a task to complete. She knew where he was going, she knew how dangerous it was. But…as he stared at the woman he questioned the reality of the danger. She was humming a song to herself and weaving something with flowers. He was memorized. When she turned around…his heart stopped.
By Katrina Thornley3 years ago in Fiction
Nima and the Human Boy
s an abandoned toddler in the forest. “I really don’t want to do this,” she muttered under her warm breath. Nima didn’t know why her mother insisted she be the one to go collect the offering from the Lake of Sacrifice. It wasn’t her fault her brother decided to be a total idiot and fight a troll when he knew what a little spite from a troll could do to a dragon.
By Nneka Anieze3 years ago in Fiction
The Boy, The Beetle, The Burning (Chapter 1, Draft 1)
Ancient bones hold strong, despite the pains brought by dropping barometric pressure. It was a cool day, which he did not like. He had just eaten and needed the heat to help his digestion. Mist kissed his keeled, mottled scales and wove through the woods. Something was in the air. Something else.
By Elisabeth Balmon3 years ago in Fiction
An Empire of Betrayal & Order 2
Back in Heilig’s capital, Dozil, Walter was in his large office getting his paperwork out of the way for the day. Most of this kind of work was about legal procedures that Heilig went through regarding military operations, Arc transfer from one outpost to another, completion of various transactions, and even approval and budgeting for restructuring the cities.
By Harrys Stratigakis3 years ago in Fiction
Car writer
Who can write when the heart is burdened? His head in his hands, he tried not to concentrate on his current situation. He listened to his stomach growling. No food. a constant reminder of the importance of writing these reviews. Last week his schedule had been crowded with shows - introducing all the latest lines of cars for this new year. He had been eating shrimp, roast beef, and numerous other varieties of appetizers. Free coffee and free soda. He could have had free wine but he didn’t drink. Now, a week later, he was back in his apartment. He still had to review all the brochures he had collected throughout the week. His growling stomach shifted his focus off his work. He had no free food left. He wished he had brought home a chunk of brie, or a bunch of grapes. Other guests had taken food to their room. He should have just had his food travel a little bit further- to his apartment.
By Antoinette L Brey3 years ago in Fiction
