fantasy
Magical Apothecary – Digital Art
Quulon: Path to Divine Deception – Short Story
“You’re not going to get it. The plague only affects people who believe in It.” said mother, her bangs tickled my face, hanging from the bonnet. She was trying to convince me that the farmers deserved to die, in their fields, in their homes, since believing in the plague was tantamount to blasphemy. “But mother,” I said, “should I be afraid of all my beliefs? Read More
Deadfall – Digital Art
Power Blade – Digital Art
The Golden Hoard – Short Story
“You’ll end up dead like your daddy.” That’s what grandpa said about the living room. He could have chosen nicer words at least. Nathan’s grandpa wasn’t nice though but he had a lot of cool stuff or “junk” as his mom called it, all throughout the house. The clutter in the living room was at least a few feet taller than himself, columns of books standing like towers over a dark and gray landscape. Nathan was sure there was treasure in there somewhere, under all the stuff, somewhere below it all Read More
Witch’s Cauldron – Digital Art
Signals from the Fading Vale – Part 10
A singular thought passed through Cody, like a constant wave. “Have to get away. Have to get away.” His emotional state worsened with every passing parked car or perhaps by the increasing speed with which Ms. Cunningway drove. Despite his annoyance at her voice, it was a nice day out, sunny and bright, except for the tower of gloom behind them. But after looking back at the tower of red reaching for the sky over his house through the trees he was growing sicker, getting further and further from his friends. They wouldn’t be able to face the wizard alone but he could only daydream about traveling to the other side of the world where he couldn’t be found by anyone Read More
Firewater – Digital Art
Signals from the Fading Vale – Part 9
Grass danced against the back of his hand, the blades tickling him. The smell was nice too and as he breathed it in, he was glad to feel earth, or the Earth, beneath him. The smells were all too familiar, so many hours of his childhood were spent running through nature, the woods, playing in the soil, digging holes, and pulling up weeds by the roots. He wished he could stay here forever, staring at the clouds and taking in the scent of the pollen, tree sap, daisy weeds, and dirt. He appreciated the calming senses that the grass and the cool air provided, knowing that they could easily be taken away by the evil wizard Read More
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