Alexandru Nornguard
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Author, poet, bad dancer!
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The Way We Rode
Aran There weren’t always dragons in the Valley, but it was now stuffed to the brim with them. Winged creatures of all sizes and colours, flying in an invisible prison. Trapped behind The Barrier and forsaken to pay for atrocities committed in the past. Forsaken to birth and slaughter one another to stay alive.
By Alexandru Nornguard4 years ago in Fiction
The Lotus Requiem
“The Lotus Requiem” Good evening everybody, Welcome to my last post here at The Narrative Daily. I would like to start by thanking all of you brave souls who for the past 4 years have been constantly sharing your stories with me and the others. Your truths have inspired and strengthened everyone, and for that, there are no words that can express my gratitude.
By Alexandru Nornguard4 years ago in Pride
The Merigold Massacre
Keir The cable car was moving, piercing through the darkness, and Keir started clearing off the snow from his boots. “I can’t see anything out there,” said Kali, looking through the window, her palms shaped like a pair of binoculars around her eyes.
By Alexandru Nornguard5 years ago in Fiction
The Tinkerer
Near the top of a tall tree, The Tinkerer sat on a branch, dangling her feet in the air. She ripped one of the many red flowers that shielded her from unwanted eyes and inhaled its scent. It smelled of vanilla and leather. How wonderful. The stone in her pocket vibrated, and she pulled it out. A voice came from within.
By Alexandru Nornguard5 years ago in Fiction
Building anew
Vasir dragged his favourite stool next to the window and sat in silence. The storm outside intensified, and water lingered down the barn’s crimson wood, sneaking in through the cracks. He loved the smell of rain, the sound of droplets hitting the ground and the deafening roar of thunder. His fingers tapped his knees in a synchronised movement. He looked to his right at the painting on the wall from where his family smiled back at him. His dad behind his mum, holding her close to his chest. They looked so happy.
By Alexandru Nornguard5 years ago in Fiction
Floating by
It began vibrating once again. Aziz removed the necklace and squeezed it in his palm. He closed his eyes and listened. It wasn’t just a regular, continuous vibration. There was something else to it. As if the heart-shaped locket was trying to whisper something. He placed it next to his ear, but no sound came out other than what can be described as a perpetual inhaling.
By Alexandru Nornguard5 years ago in Fiction
