The Seven sages Chapter 1: The Emerald Valkyrie by lupin096, literature
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The Seven sages Chapter 1: The Emerald Valkyrie
A few millennia ago, my sister and I had a hand in nearly destroying the planet Earth. Did we know that our actions would doom an entire world? No, we did not. At the time we were just children following our Grandfather's orders.
Eventually, a handful of Gods captured us, ripped our souls out of our bodies and banished us to the planet we nearly destroyed.
Can you guess who we are?
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It was the day before winter break in the year of 2020. At the time I w
NamelessworkthatIcantthinkupattitlefor Chapter 2 by ElwinRansom, literature
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NamelessworkthatIcantthinkupattitlefor Chapter 2
Dr. Colbert went through the sliding glass door that led to the back of her estate; going to check on the vegetable garden. She felt the cool grass underfoot; she loved walking outside barefoot. When the garden came into view, she noticed something amiss. Someone had uprooted one of her carrots and one of her tomatoes was missing from its plant (she takes extra pride in her tomatoes and would know if one was missing). She hurried over to the scene of the crime to investigate. No damages seemed to be done to any of the garden, so she ruled out animals; but in the soft part of the soil, near the carrots she found a footprint, the odd thing abou
NamelessworkthatIcantthinkupattitlefor Chapter 1 by ElwinRansom, literature
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NamelessworkthatIcantthinkupattitlefor Chapter 1
Chapter 1 Dr. Virginia Colbert, she would ask you to address her as Dr. Colbert, rolled up the long curve of driveway in her Chevy Cruze to reach the house. Reaching the garage door, she turned off the ignition and listened to the engine rumbling die down. Once the engine had stopped, she got out of the car and pulled the keys out of her coat pocket while walking to the trunk. As she inserted the key and heard it click as she turned it, she heard the front door open. She began grabbing grocery bags from her open trunk while listening to familiar heavy footsteps coming her direction. Looking up with two bags of groceries in her arms, she s
Prologue to NamelessworkthatIcantthinkupattitlefor by ElwinRansom, literature
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Prologue to NamelessworkthatIcantthinkupattitlefor
Thomas sped down the gravel pathway on his bike, doing his best to avoid the bigger puddles left from the last of the summer rains. He had just finished his paper route and was riding back home. He watched the trees and bushes rush past him as the wind rustled through his hair. When there was a sudden break in the trees, he stopped and got off his bike to gaze up at the hill. He was looking at the site of the Colbert estate. Looking ever so large and grand in the eyes of a twelve year old, said twelve year old began to fantasize about what it would be like to be that rich and own a house that big.
When the boyish imaginations were o
'Any coin's a coin.'
The pouch jingled as Draven shook it. It jingled with the voice of well-earned congratulations, but the voice was a whisper in a large hall. Draven shook the pouch again and this time its jingle sounded more like a rattle. Hollow, more so than an empty promise. He weighed the earnings in one hand. Too much pouch, not enough coin. The purse slumped in defeat.
'But is it enough coin?'
Fisting the pouch deep into his trews' pocket which hardly bulged Draven bowed from Splitter's Cross, slin
'So, it's come to this?'
Draven stared down his opponent. The axe was heavy in his grip, knuckled white. Circling to the left, boots crunching on the forest floor, his breath came even and steady. He circled back to the right, sizing, gauging. Hefting the handle high, blade glinting in the sun, Draven's muscles coiled.
'I've traded my old enemies for just this one...'
The axe thundered home.
'...I miss the old ones.'
Crunching the head back and forth, Draven wrenched the axe free. Even as the spray caught him in the face he swung the axe again.
Twice more he struck, then a dozen times more. He felt not
'I never meant to let you down.'
Draven lifted a stray curl of his wife's hair from her face. She smiled in her sleep as if knowing he was there. As silently as he could, he leant over the bed and kissed her softly on the cheek.
'I've tried everything.'
Rising slowly, as quietly as he could manage on the wooden floorboards, Draven retreated from the bed. By the fractured light from the shutters he made for the bedroom door. The walls of the house were thin and he heard a creak from the neighbouring room.
Broken Bonds-Prologue by TwilightWolfSpirit, literature
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Broken Bonds-Prologue
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The wild beast's still body sunk to the floor. Its throat mauled beyond recognition and blood gushing from the fresh wounds. A wolf threw its head back and bayed a savage howl.
The crowd was in a frenzy, their thirst for blood still unquenched. The wolf swung its mighty head around, searching for something. Its bloodshot eyes stopped on the silhouetted form of a fat man. A growl, so feral it hushed the audience, rumbled from within its throat. It bunched its hind muscles and leapt toward the man. The man did not move from his golden throne. A flash of light and the beast was sent flying back. The smell of burnt fur began