Fantasy
The Arrival of the Red-Haired Girl
The Arrival of the Red-Haired Girl Seth swung his axe downward with a mighty thrust, cleaving the log in two. It was early morning. A fresh snowfall laid silent on the forest floor and in the frosted pines around him. He stopped to catch his visible breath and take in the view of the great valley below. All the world seemed still. Peaceful.
By Joseph Knob5 years ago in Fiction
Marla Medizza and the Miopsa mirror. Chapters twenty-three, twenty-four, and twenty-five.
Chapter twenty-three Fraught futures The lady turns around to face her. She is old, her face lined. But her eyes are the ones Marla knows. They are the eyes of her younger sister.
By Peter Culbert5 years ago in Fiction
Marla Medizza and the Miopsa mirror. Chapters twenty, twenty-one, and twenty-two.
Chapter twenty A time to be Lucky. They sail the sable sky. Night welcomes dawn. Dawn opens the door to the warm afternoon air. The heat of sunlight radiating against Marla’s skin. Babulous holds on tight, snuggling his furry head into her shoulder. His whiskers brush against her cheek, the touch comforting. She reaches around, placing her palm on his cheek, caressing him. Whatever Fuckus mountain has in store, she feels secure with Babulous by her side. To her, he is a protector, like her parents.
By Peter Culbert5 years ago in Fiction
Marla Medizza and the Miopsa mirror. The final chapter.
The final chapter Cornelius Darkus. An intense blaze of sunlight fills the bedroom as Marla wakes. Her thoughts draped in darkness, her fear paramount. She pushes her mule onto her foot and paces downstairs toward the kitchen.
By Peter Culbert5 years ago in Fiction
Forged in fire
The potent odor of garbage and sweat practically smacked Blithe in the face as she and her mother, Shena, walked the city street of Yusra on their way to a local spice shop. Blithe tightened her pink embroidered scarf around her nose and moved closer to her mother. The two traveled with their personal body guard Dante who lingered closely behind them. While Blithe kept her gaze mostly focused on the trash littered street below her feet her mother kept her head held high and walked with great haste.
By Ali Shafer 5 years ago in Fiction
