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The Storm Mage's Gambit
Sensing the faintest compression of the ancient slab under bare foot, Olaria thrust her arms outwards before bringing them tight about herself in a securing embrace. Swirling, yet soundless, a gust of air encircled the young woman, whipping up dust and tearing cobwebs from narrow walls and low ceiling. Like the eye she remained calm, concentrated, as the shielding storm raged on about her, catching the bolt mid-flight. A heartbeat later the obsidian tipped missile’s momentum shifted, casting it away to shatter against a wall. Exhaling deeply, relieving a breath she barely knew was held, Olari...
Princess Games
What would you do if you got stuck in a video game, as the best character in the game, which happens to be a princess? What would you do if said princess died? Well, I hope you're ready for this folks, cause hell, have I got a story to tell you. Our story starts when a gamer called Eliot Quint Jackson decides to play a video game called clash empire, and loves the game so much, that in a matter of two days finishes all the levels except the final one.Oct. 5th in the small town of Oakguanda"Hell yes! That's what you get you baboon! You actually thought you could win against me and my princess p...
The Fall Elevates the Flight
It all came down and we couldn’t notice the brown leaf, as our notice to leave. I then understood why landing could be the hardest part of an airplane’s journey, the wheels screeching on the surface like the dew I shook off my feathers that morning…There is a sudden pause when everything around you changes, it’s as if Autumn allows for a brief moment of disbeleaf… as it flips our green pastures upside-brown. Preparing for the journey to the next tropic, leaving everything behind isn’t easy. The hard searches we’ve made gathering the small branches, the soft bed that was made so I could stare a...
To market to market to buy a fat Gnorph
Marc held on tight to his father’s hand. This was to be his first trip to Octavia in Sector Three and he had heard from his older brothers just how big the Octavian markets were, how easy it would be for a little Forian like Marc to become lost forever. ‘You can let go for now, son,’ Marc’s father Yon sent, butterfly like antenna wiggling and waggling as the mental message was sent. Marc’s shorter detectors vibrated as the message was received and the youngster released his deathlike grasp. Marc fidgeted then, jostled about by the flight path of the omnibus. One turn caused Marc’s footing to s...