Day 29 - Ill
For as long as I could remember, the spirits were always by my side, guiding my actions towards the best paths. They would always be there no matter where I went, whispering secrets into my ears. Sometimes, it would be simple trivia; others, complaints...
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 26 - Swing
The trumpets blared in across the crowded room, announcing the start of the show. The light of the restaurant dimmed down, leaving only small candles on each table as the sole source of light. The drums joined in, their beats cascading like a...
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 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...
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...
Overworked
Daniel looked over his work for the hundredth time that day, the numbers all blurring together in front of his eyes. The big rhino sighed and rubbed his eyes, the beginnings of a head ache were making themselves known after hours of staring at the...
Day 13 - Hobby
Green fingers danced upon the black surface, pushing down the strings of the large mandolin. Melancholic notes filled the air around the orc, his other hand striking the cords with controlled strength. Alone in the forest clearing, with no one around...
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 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...
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 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...