You turn to face me,
skin crinkling in the sunlight
produced from your warmth.
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Amanda Starks
Epic fantasy writer, poet, and hopefully soon-to-be novelist who wants to create safe spaces to talk about mental health. Magic, swords, and monsters abound!
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I Summon Thee, Death
A girl stands on the edge of a cliff, contemplating the long drop down to the valley floor. Beneath her, giant crumbling boulders rest with cloaks of old, stale snow upon their backs. To the girl, they look like a group of people huddling for warmth in the middle of a snowstorm. Why would they do that? The girl wonders. Why would they sit there and wait to die?
By Amanda StarksExclusive • 5 months ago
The Cairn Beside the Lake
And so it came to pass that King Ertharion, Tenth King of Lombaia, stood beside the still lake below unrelenting and unassailable cliffs with the remainder of his harried host. In what was the tenth year of his reign and his forty-fourth upon this great green earth, Menigo the Betrayer, cousin of King Ertharion, pressed home his false claim.
By Matthew J. Fromm6 days ago in Fiction
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Love this, I feel it ! 🥰