A Dragon's Problems_A Night at the Library_An Outlander of Dreams_Issues in Fate
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A Dragon's Problems
Gisela Woldenga Word Count: 1004 words 752 Runnymede Ave. Coquitlam BC., Canada, V3J2V1 Tel.: 604-939-5357 Email: gwnovels@gmail.com www.gislaauthoractress.comA Dragon’s ProblemMugs, the dragon, opened one eye then the other. He yawned and let out a blast of steam. He wriggled the spiky end of his tail and rattled a heap of gold coins. He liked that sound.Mugs sighed. He had had a long nap but he wasn’t happy. Slowly he turned his bulky body around and looked at the end of his cave. There it was, his hoard of treasures: go...
A Night at the Library
With a loud clunk, the last light was extinguished and the room blackened. I waited for the clicking of the librarian’s heels to fade before I risked emerging from my hiding place in the rarely visited encyclopedia section of the library basement. The dust bunnies under the shelves were as large as my hand and also my only companions for the last two hours I had spent waiting for the library to close. The dank, musty smell was clinging to my clothes.My excitement matched my anxiety as I was never one to break the rules, and staying here www.onedoor.ccafter closing time was regrettably one of the most rebe...
An Outlander of Dreams
My mind is blurred provokingly by an arcane mist that plays out my resonating thoughts. Within the haze, I spot a prince. Who is he? I find myself within my mind as I reach out to him. He takes my hand and drags me out. Outside of the mist lies a kingdom. I see people I don’t recognize. However, they feel like my close friends. I don’t know where I am, but this place feels like home. My memories begin flooding back into my mind. I have been here for months, and the prince is my friend. All of them are my friends. Behind us is a castle. When I spotted the palace, I noticed the stonework. It is ...
Issues in Fate
Entering the grand, arching throne room, I immediately stiffen at the tense air. Not even the dustlight shifts as my companions and I stop in front of King Arwen. We know why we were summoned, we stand, backs straight and shoulders tense, waiting for the inevitable. I try not to fidget under his scrutinizing gaze.“You come into my kingdom-” he starts “-where I graciously host you on your quest…” he pauses, carefully looking at each of us, “and then you act without my accord.” His voice is like the calm before a storm, I focus on the light streaming through the windows behind him. “When a thr...