The small village of Brightan is a peaceful village near the edge of the kingdoms borders. There is nothing of interest in the village and it serves no strategic value but the people of Brightan live in peace. As per all villages in the kingdom the village has a small barracks in case of attacks from the tribes of Orcs and Goblins that still roam the kingdom...
This is something new for me. The expressions are as authentic as I could find, and the names were "borrowed" from the members of certain African men's and women's national soccer teams. If there are any inaccuracies, put them down to lack of first hand knowledge. * Ekene had become separated from the main hunting party when he stopped to remove a thorn...
Préambule : Cette histoire s’adapte à vos choix. Vos caractéristiques vont évoluer en fonction de votre caractère et vous offriront une expérience de jeu taillée à votre personnalité ! Pour cela, appuyez simplement sur la touche START ! Et maintenant l’histoire : Tarix vivait dans le village le plus passible du monde d’Endenfer. Peut-être parce qu’il était l...
Hi everyone, this is my first attempt at writing a desi story. It is going to have a slow build up to the fun parts, so please have some patience. *** Sitapur was a picturesque rural setting at first glance, situated in Central India and untouched by most evils that comes along with modernism. With the main source of transportation being the Indian Railwa...
She sighed, running her fingers through her hair, messy from having been run through by fingers so frequently in the past couple of hours in the last two weeks. She had bags under her eyes, her body sagged a little from exhaustion, reasonable considering she hadn't gotten more than an hour sleep at the most when she braked during the two weeks. In the last...
Simon Craig was proud of himself. And justifiably, too! He had a stew cooking in the Aga in the vicarage kitchen and had performed the Morning Eucharist to a surprisingly large congregation considering it had been held at 9am on a Thursday morning. He had visited sick and elderly parishioners, giving kind words and prayers for those who wanted one and offer...
Vincent watched the unfortunate soul jerking and bulking his body against the post that held him standing as he released a terrible shout of pain in the night. It was such a sinister scream that it made the skin on the back of his neck twitch in reaction to the plaintive sound. The flame at the end of the wood stick was being held in contact against the pri...
************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan July 2019 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. It is set in a f...
It was quiet in the village marketplace today, not much business. Instead of selling their wares the merchants were chatting and gossiping amongst themselves. Arn did not like to partake in such activities, she and her son, Kraik, kept to themselves. Since it was a slow day she decided to take down their booth, disassembling the tent that provided much neede...
"Right. Now. I don't like doing this as much as you, but if you humans will insist on stealing..." The speaker stood in the middle of the small village green, addressing a large, silent, petrified crowd. The crowd all knew why they were there. Something precious had been stolen from the most powerful, ancient vampire in the land; the culprit had been tracked...