Day 27 - Dessert
Rain pattered on the roof, gray clouds reigning on the sky above. Even though it was a couple of hours past noon, the day was dark as night. A string of blue flashed far away followed by the rumble of thunder. I closed my eyes, my heart pounding in my...
Day 18 - Ride
The earth crunched beneath our feat, my soft steps drowned by my mom's heavy ones. We hadn't said a word since we left the village a couple of hours ago, the tightness in my throat killed any words that dared to cross it while mom was never too big on...
Day 9 - Ghost
Lucian Basken glanced across the room, his dark gray eyes judging the orc before him. She had broad shoulders and wide hips, skin the color of desert's in the morning and hair the color of oil. Her dress, once surely a thing of marvel, was worn and...
Day 11 - Hair
The cream brush parted the red mane with ease, the smell of coconut and roses clinging to it. Each pass of the brush smoothing out the mess of curls for only a few moments. Since she was a child, Elena had thought these brushing sessions were a lost...
Noble Affairs
With hurried steps Marcelle sped down the corridors of the desolate mansion; the importance of this meeting ringing through her mind again and again. The voluminous skirts of her verdant green and cream dress made her journey difficult, clinging to her...
Singing my heart out
I took a deep breath. The influx of air in my lungs helped to assuage my nerves. Behind me, I could hear the restless beating of my tail on my pants, the quiet murmurs of the crowd waiting behind the door. I pushed the air out with a controlled huff,...
Day 21 - Skull
Lucian Basken stood among the misty fields, his long black coat blowing with the cold winds. The lanky hyena-like man stared into the mist, dozens of battles dancing before his silver eyes while the souls of fallen warriors claimed for mercy. A growl...
A troll after my own heart
A dim light. That was all I had in these abandoned hallways. Relics of a time long past, but still holding strong to the present. These were no natural formed passages either, its angles were too sharp, the stone too smooth, and its constant...
Day 19 - Sweater
The pattering of the rain on the tin roof filled the room, cold chill of the air seeping into my bones. The stark gray light of the day passed through the windows and cast a grim glow over everything. Faded pink walls were decorated with pictures of...
Day 12: Weapon
The clack of wood rang in my ears, the shock traveling through my arms up to my shoulders. A grunt left my mouth as I pushed more of my weight on my stick. Impassive green eyes met mine, judging me with coldness. I jumped back, tusks bared. Blood...
Day 10 - Storm
Wumanok grunted in his hammock in his hammock when he a cold emptiness settled in his old wounds. For the old orc, the moods of his wounds were like family to him, inconvenient but helpful at times. The sigh of relief that left him a few seconds later...
Day 23 - Fear
I stared at the enveloped on top of my wooden desk, cold sweat running down my back. It was such a simple thing, like the hundreds I received every year and yet, the sight of those elegant black letters, the curves that signature took on the edges of...