Young Adult
The Second Thoughts of the Great(ish) Mountain King
It all began one warm, summer day. The goblins were restless, he could tell that. What did they want? He’d given them everything they had asked for. All of their demands had been met. They had Shrip, and the army of dwarves that came with it. What more could they want? What more would they ask for?
By Sarah Knopp5 years ago in Fiction
The White Bull
A furry of lightening broke through the atmosphere and fated itself to the edge of Clay’s throat. The power and spirit was pure white, resonating every bit of light energy available to Earth. Thunder echoed all around the desert, as all the might of Zeus began to forge an emblem of a glowing ivory bull. The bull was embedded into the base of Clay’s throat just at the top of his chest.
By Aja Sandian Beville5 years ago in Fiction
The Royal Designer
There was this well to do couple in the height of the Middle Ages. They were nobles of the sort both individuals came from their own lineage of nobility. They were liked by the King and Queen who invited them to every party in a seat of honor. Baroness Rena and Baron Norm were their names and they were a middle age couple without any children. They would spend a great deal of time dressing and making a complete outfit different than their other party outfits. They would lavish themselves in all the great fabric of the times all the way from Italy and China so partygoers would be fascinated with their outfit and to be the life of the party.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous5 years ago in Fiction
Gender Equality and Knighthood
As I clasp the sword in my hands, I fear no man. The golden sword of truth glimmers underneath the sunlight as I brandish it back and forth, inspecting its metallic grace; its magically charmed jewels are sprinkled around several engravings of intricate marigold flowers. I, Rea, have been trusted to hold such a holy weapon of legends. And I am not exactly that surprised as I am easily the best and most skilled knight at our knight academy at only 19 years of age. Why else would they have made me one of the leaders of knights here? Why else would praises be sung wherever I go?
By Jane Diokpo5 years ago in Fiction
It Flickers in Oblivion
You know the idea of letting go? Well, its’ a lie. There is nothing more impossible than letting go of someone you loved, or love. The only advice I can give you on the lie of ‘letting go’, is that the only alternative us to forget or to replace, but ‘letting go’ in itself is painfully and impossibly unattainable.
By Alyssia Balbi5 years ago in Fiction
The Lioness of Moon Valley Manor
The food services director held out two straws and said, "Pick one." I didn't understand the fuss; we were here to feed senior residents, not lions. I'm talking about the retirees residing in Moon Valley Manor nursing home where I worked. You'd think we were in the small town of The Lottery and someone was about to be sacrificed.
By J. S. Wade5 years ago in Fiction
