Dragon Hoard_Which Witch?_The Orisun Omi Forest_Her Last Bedtime Story
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Dragon Hoard
The dragon was in a very bad mood. Sparks of indignation, rage, dissatisfaction, and fear flew from her nostrils on a daily basis. She treated herself and everyone around her badly. She had even stopped getting her beautiful claws polished. The once glittery golden claws were black and jagged and did not work very well anymore. The dragon was bored. She was bored with her company, bored with her hoard, and was even starting to be bored with herself. Her jester was at a loss. Juggling baubles stolen from faraway crowns did not interest her anymore. When he read her a story she would yawn and tu...
Which Witch?
Once upon a time, there was a kingdom of Rockpence which was ruled by King Kilgren, the Warrior King, and his lovely wife, Queen Catira. King Kilgren was a wise and just king, and beloved by all his subjects. He was a fierce warrior, feared by his enemies. Because of this, no one challenged him and his people lived in peace.One summer, a blight came upon the kingdom. No one knew where it came from or what caused it, and His Majesty sent word far and wide in search for an answer. One day, a young girl sought an audience with the King, claiming she had the answer to his crisis.Elora was escor...
The Orisun Omi Forest
The Orisun Omi Forest By Lavonya OgunwaleIt was early one morning in March. Just before daybreak, all the creatures of the Orisun omi (Spring) Forest were gathering at the center of the forest. It was definitely a morning like not many in Orisun. You could hear the pitter-patter of little hoof and paw scampering from near and far. Every creature was dragging and pulling one of their own kind in a rush to hear the voice of the great, Elder Evergreen! Every year this was the greatest event of the Orisun Forrest. They had all gathered together to hear thewww.onedoor.cc announcement of the coming of spring. It ...
Her Last Bedtime Story
“I’m afraid she doesn’t have much time left.” The doctor’s words echo through my mind all the way down to the hollow pit in my stomach. Guilt and the death of hope feel like hands pressed around my throat, suffocating me. I’m here now, 15 years too late and not an ounce of the man I ought to be, but I’m here. On borrowed time. He excuses himself and leaves the room. I turn towards my daughter. “Hey, thanks for coming.” My ex-wife says, but what she really means is I’m sorry. Sorry for keeping her from you for so long. After all this time, I still know how to interpret her words.“Thanks for tel...