Josephine Mason
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I write because I'm always drifting off to other lands in my mind. Please subscribe, like, and if I'm doing well please tip. You can buy my first book now at the link below. Available on many ebook platforms. https://books2read.com/u/bQygdE
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Lake of Souls Chapter 11
Previous Chapter I examined the giant stone door in front of me. For as tall as I was it was just a bit taller. I placed my hands on the door and pushed with all my might but nothing moved. I frowned slightly and pushed again, actually grunting with my effort but nothing happened. I stopped and began to examine the door more closely looking for any sign or symbol. I thought I saw something in the middle of the door and so I wiped my hands over it removing dust from it. I revealed six symbols. Five in a circle and then there was one in the middle. As I looked at them I realized the symbols in a circle were for each of the kingdoms and the one in the middle was the same as the one on my chest.
By Josephine Mason4 years ago in Fiction
Lake of Souls Chp. 10
Previous Chapter Nothing happened to my body this time. No transformation. No growth. All I felt was a sense of lightness inside of me as if my burdens had been lifted. My thoughts that brought the tightness in my chest were still there but they no longer felt like a weight. They simply were in me now, another part of me like anything else. I left his chambers and found two guards outside of his room. I told them that I was done. They looked inside and nodded to me then followed me outside. They began ringing bells waking up all of the people while shouting, "The King is dead. The King is dead."
By Josephine Mason4 years ago in Fiction
Lake of Souls Chapter 8
Previous Chapter When I opened my eyes I was surprised. I hadn't died and gone to the lake. Considering a giant tentacle was dropped on me this was confusing. Also I couldn't move my limbs. I craned my head side to side to see that I was nailed to some structure. Both of my arms and legs were nailed down by thick icicles. I looked down to see the Water King below me. He was a thin emaciated man. His hair is the color of dried out algae. I could see his ribs and count them even from my spot above him. He was pacing back and forth muttering to himself not looking at me. Finally I spoke, "Excuse me? Could you let me down please?"
By Josephine Mason4 years ago in Fiction
