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The Survivors
“It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your defeat.” My mother mumbled into my ear as I continued to move my armor around my body. “It doesn’t matter Mom. There is no point in me trying because if I risk winning then I get sent off to the next level.” I tied my hair into a ponytail. “If you lose then you risk getting killed.” She zipped up the back of my chest piece. She was worried; that was more than evident. Her hands were shaking when she handed me the letter a week ago. “Calling Me To Action: For The Better Of Your Life.” Her gray hair was falling out of her bun and her once blue ...
The Trials of Autumn
Unforeseen WinterWas it all his fault? Could he have really damned them all?A cold winter breeze shuttered past Kor, his stark white feathers clasped against his shivering body. The soft tingle of ice nipped at his whitened beak, numbing snowflakes gently sprinkled along his small body. The bitter sharp pain of the cold dragged Kor from his dreams as each flake fell upon his feathers. Even though his wings shielded him from the morning chill, he wasn’t spared from the autumn winds.Wait, autumn? Kor’s blood-red eyes fluttered open, his head jolting up. What he found left himself bewildered and ...
The River Between Worlds
“I know what you’re thinking,” George droned drunkenly across the walnut desk of his cabin, as a travel clock slid gently from side to side in time with the gentle waves. The fresh water had run out about three days ago and now there was only ale to drink. It was the only thing that stayed fresh enough, “You’re thinking that you should never have come here. That you should have never agreed to come on this doomed voyage.” Captain George of The Bullfinch staggered out of his seat uncurled a finger from the neck of his bottle and pointed it aggressively at his first mate, who stared back at hi...
Leave the hardships behind
As I flap, my wings catch the cool evening air and push it back. This is my second year flying south, but unfortuwww.onedoor.ccnately I don't get to be upfront with Frace, our flock leader. He is one of the older birds, but age only makes him better. He’s always ready for adventure, always ready to help. Last spring he even gave me a ride on his back, when my foot was sore. Sometimes I forget that he wasn't the one, who I had hatched from under… Ahead is a grove of skyscraping poplars and that means we are about to land for the night. Thank goodness, I can't be the only one exhausted and starving. A calm la...