The Day That Never Ended_A Tale of Ealdor (Excerpt)_Surge, Dawn of the new Era_The Beautiful Hunt
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The Day That Never Ended
I just had to deal with the day that would never end. It was a rather interesting day, considering that my life is pretty boring. But I was, at least, called responsible enough to drive to the music festival with my friends, Calliope and Natasha. I don’t think I was ready, though. I’m only sixteen. Here’s how it all started.June 21st I woke up at eight o’clock with a smile. I usually never wake up like that. Waking up that early felt really good. I made some breakfast, but it was not successful.I was too focused on my toast to check on the eggs on the burner. It started a fire and I almost fai...
A Tale of Ealdor (Excerpt)
Author's note: Aye yai yai, well just unearthed this old story that I found deep in my portfolio.... it is from my early writing days so don't judge! Please enjoy! I must pack quickly. Aurellia thought, as she threw food, water, and other essentials into a bag, and threw it over her shoulder. Aurellia grabbed a pen and paper to leave a note to her friends, saying she had gone on a short adventure. Just as she was about to rush out her door, she bumped into Merlin, spilling all of her maps, food, and clothes on the floor.“Sorry," Merlin said, bending down to help her clean up her mess.“It’s fin...
Surge, Dawn of the new Era
Part 5 of an on going series. Read the comments below to see links to the other chapters.Seconds shift to minutes, minutes turn to hours. Time stretches, twists and slows for both men. Surge still floating in the air wraps his fingers around the edges of intangible electricity. Gripping the bolt of lightning. Edgar appears like Zeus himself shining against the purple/blue flashes of light. Descending from the heavens to smite the revived Titan Quake from raising an army by his side. Quake forgets himself in the moment as his eyes fill with fear at the show of power before him. Forgetting their...
The Beautiful Hunt
The Beautiful HuntWe woke up before sunrise to hunt. I walked out into the cool, gray day, in that strange time before the sun rises but after the light has seeped into the air. It was quiet; even the frogs and the crickets seemed to still be asleep, and the tall, naked elms were like white bones sticking up into the sky. Everything was still.Charlie walked out behind me; his soft footfalls on the dead leaves the only sound around. We didn’t need to speak. We knew what we had to do.I strapped on my boots over wool socks, buttoned up my flannel. It was going to be another cold day, though the w...