Monthly Archives: December 2014

The Wand

I clutched the wand tightly against my chest. The sharp edges dug into my skin uncomfortably through my homespun shirt, but I remained still. I was hunted again. I was always hunted. Everyone wanted the wand, but I couldn’t give it up. I knew if I did, I would die.

Footsteps behind me caught my ears, and I looked back. Again, it was the man in silver armor. I flinched away, but he caught me by the shoulder.

“You won’t use that wand again!” He snarled. So many times before, he had asked, he had pleaded, he had begged with a gentle face. This time, instead, he grabbed and raised his sword. “You’ve killed too many people! No more second chances!”

As before, I raised the wand and held it between us. Unlike before, a cold thunk resounded through my arm, and I watched it fall away. It hit the ground as I stared dumbly. I wasn’t dead. It was no longer held by me, but I was alive! I looked at my savior and smiled. “Than-” The word cut off, and the ground rushed toward me.

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Posted by on December 28, 2014 in Semihistorical Fiction


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Second Anniversary

Wow, I apparently missed my blog’s two year anniversary by nearly a month!  Thanks for being along for the ride, everyone.  Having my work in public, to be seen, has been a huge motivator for me to improve, and I want to thank each person who comes here, even if they only come once, or never read a story here at all.  Each view is precious to me, because it sends me scrambling to better myself.

In the coming year, I hope to finish my second novel (which is going to be more than a little bit long), blog more regularly, and perhaps change a few things around here to make it easier on me– I may be changing names and the like, so I’ll keep you posted!

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Posted by on December 28, 2014 in Announcements


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Final Moments

I stared down at one of the many corpses littering the field of battle. Unlike many of the others, this one still breathed, and it sent flashes of its lost life out from its mind in agony, as though seeking a final someone to listen to its story, just as the other breathing corpses did. A few cried for help, but I ignored those, for they might still be saved. Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted by on December 27, 2014 in Semihistorical Fiction


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