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Domes of Whirland (Cage Dunn version)

Northern wind lifts snowy dust from the toothy cusps of the mountain, a common occurrence of the recent winter. I see the landscape every day, a painting of a world inlaid in time. They bear the name my master calls me, [name]. This is where my family abandoned me as a child. On this mountain, …

Domes of Whirland (snippet)

My family abandoned me, left their child here on the mountain, with an old man to spend its days. That man accepted me and took me inside his hut full of bones sticking out the walls and roof, which resembled a hedgehog's back. Ancient tusks, carved with symbols, fractured to a full length gave a …

Captain of the Silver Feather

Flames outlined their shape on the armor as they stepped out of the darkness. "This is the ninth village, Captain. The Ashgadis have outsmarted us again, ”Nanur said plainly, turning to the Captain behind the line of horsemen. "It was as if their horses had been given wings and rushed to burn the legacy of Kord …

Georgians (story and critique)

Georgians By Shawn Servant dismounted before a guard who extended his spear and stopped him. He saw the urgency in the servant’s eyes and let him in. Dead of night, the servant passed the bogged ground and climbed the stairs. A squeal of hinges announced him before three knights at the table. Warriors listened to …

Headless King (Reloaded)

Describing my father is one of the hardest tasks I ever had. All I have about him were good memories and very fond feelings. People said he is the total opposite of my grandfather. Dad was a quiet, kind man who loved to smile and enjoy the maiden songs at night. Grandfather was a noisy …

Deathbringer (Full story)

Rain, like it could wash away my sins, set me pure, unburden my shoulders from the screams and the nightmares - beat on the roofs, muddy ground, and the whole village. Heavy drops clinked on the blade at a rapid pace, washing the blood into the streams that ran dark red in the street. I …

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