Shalyn ran across the clearing, trying to get out of the rain. Panting, she knocked on the door and waited for it to open. Shivering, she heard movements from behind the door. A rush of warm air rushed by her as the door opened, and her teacher, Morath, stood there holding a towel in his hand. Morath was an old elf, around the age of 732. He was tall for a...
Cheyna watched the couple mate from her hiding spot in the trees. She had been wandering numbly about in the woods, in search of a quick death when she had stumbled upon them. For she had been exiled, kicked out of her pack for the double sin of being barren beyond her eighteenth year, and a charge of witchcraft. The feeling of loss and isolation had been c...
After Vera was led out of the wash-chamber, Dravo climbed out of the rock cleft. He'd no sooner landed on the chamber floor than he heard footsteps in the tunnel. He stepped behind a boulder. Two monkeywomen entered with Salema. They took her robe and guided her under the waterfall. She washed with the soaproot and wiped herself with spongeleaves. The women...
The hill was an escape, a portal to an easier world. In fact it wasn't much of a hill at all, more like a rise in the ground and a path that went up among the rocks under the trees. Kaiser, the Rottweiler, watched them from behind the fence and barked at Chano because it was too stupid to see that he was a trusted friend and that no one had put Chano in the...
The only time our family ate watermelon was if someone else brought it. I never saw my father eat any watermelon. The women in the family would wolf watermelon slices and politely pull out the seeds. The Culp family up the road on the hill had a family farm. They grew corn for the critters, vegetables to feed the hungry hoard, strawberries for Mrs. Culp and...
The hauntingly beautiful towers and spires of Perfume Hill loomed over me on every side. Their midnight shadows caressed the white, paved streets like a woman's hair does her lover's naked, aching body late at night when all the world has gone to bed and only they are awake, locked in each other's arms. Lush, fragrant scents wafted over tall, graceful wall...
Hi, this is Bud from Calders Draw. Momma made some of the best cooter soup with dumplin's I have ever had. The cooters were just the right size for soup. Cooter are sure hard to catch. And once you catch them you can't just let them run off into the crick again, or you have to catch them again. Before I was an expert at catchin' cooter I would try to tie the...
Riding atop a white, armored horse, Tor Moraine lead two columns of mounted soldiers along a road that wound around the top of a hill. He was hunting fairies. "Shh! Quiet!" he commanded, suddenly, at the same time he raised a clenched fist. In unison, the riders who followed him reined their horses to a stop and became as quiet as possible. "There are fairi...
copyright January/2011 Please read Chapters 1& 2 to understand the characters and the events in the story to this point. Constructive comments, critiques, and emails are very welcome and appreciated. Thank you for taking your time to follow this tale. Please enjoy. ******************** Dixie didn't hesitate; without thinking about it she picked up the s...
Roga was missing when Dravo woke. He drank and ate as he scanned the surrounding jungle. He spotted Roga when the younger warrior was nearly at the base of the tree. Damn, the boy was good! He should be, Dravo had trained him! Roga scaled the tree and was soon lying beside Dravo in their bed-nest. "Are we well concealed? We are quite high, after all." "We...