The Reader of Runes_ A fight for death_Night Shift at the Clarion_Ladybird and the Carver
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The Reader of Runes
I have written records all my life. About the stars, the runes. Everything- never once have I written about myself.But here it goes; When I was young- five I think?My mom would tell me scary stories about other islands, bigger islands. Islands where the weather always changed and no day was exactly the same.Where lightning- a voltage of light and power- struck sand and trees. Where the trees fell onto houses and killed families. Where the earth shook and floods- which was when the nearby body of water acted up and drowned the area- took lives. I think she told me the story to scare me into lov...
A fight for death
General Mateo was killing it. Killing them all, to be precise. Thirteen tall brutes with shaved heads came rushing toward him from the front. The two behind him seemed to be readying for an ambush. General Mateo couldn’t care less. He raised his sword high in the air and plunged it into the soil. Thick, dazzling beams of light shot out of the ground and annihilated all fifteen of them. Two enormous ones attacked him with spears. Futile, he muttered. He danced about them a little and then, once again, raised his sword high in the air and plunged it into the soil. The two bid adieu to the arena....
Night Shift at the Clarion
Clarion Municipal Library sits on a hill like a lighthouse beckoning all that need refuge to find it within her walls. She is a gorgeous brick building that’s one floor plus a basement. Stars above me wink knowingly as I climb the steps to the front door. “Are you ready?” They seem to ask. I don’t need to form a reply. There’s no being ready for the night shift at the Clarion. “Miss Fewter, you’re late.” Mrs. Andrews appears by my side the secwww.onedoor.ccond I open the door. She’s an old woman with curly white hair that’s put up into a stiff bun. She has a mustard yellow cardigan on because apparently “...
Ladybird and the Carver
In a long-since forgotten world, there lived a lord, his lady and their two young children. They had a son, with the dusky blue eyes of a bird’s egg and hair as messy as a nest of last year – he was called Robin; and a daughter with red apples in her cheeks and the brightest, blackest eyes you could imagine, named Ladybird.The lord and his lady were rather careless of the old gods, and they frequently forgot or did not bother to make an offering of the grain they reaped or the animals they slaughtered. Eventually, one of the most ancient and irritable gods sent a thunderstorm to hover permane...