Fantasy
The Gravedancer’s Waltz Part - 3
A thin veil of dusk laced the estate, though time’s rhythm had already begun to stutter. Elira stood alone in the music room, her fingers brushing the spines of abandoned scores. Each parchment pulsed faintly with residual magic—inked not with notes but sigils. These were not mortal compositions. They were fragments of memory, twisted and set to melody. When she whispered a note aloud, a chandelier above her flickered in time.
By Richard Bailey8 months ago in Chapters
The Lion and the Gentle Heart
A Tale of Trust Between Predator and Prey In the heart of the Great Green Jungle, where trees touched the sky and rivers sang through the land, there lived a lion named Ruhan. He was the king of the jungle, feared by all creatures. His roar made birds flee and deer tremble. Yet deep inside, Ruhan often felt a strange emptiness—he had everything, but no one he could call a true friend.
By Jack sparrow 8 months ago in Chapters
The Gravedancer’s Waltz Part - 2
The clock in the east wing struck midnight, though no one had wound it for centuries. A hush fell over the cursed estate, broken only by the soft strains of violin music that rose not from instruments, but from the walls themselves, echoes of a party that never ended. The ballroom lit from within like a lantern, casting golden light into the frostbitten gardens where no blooms dared grow.
By Richard Bailey8 months ago in Chapters
The Gravedancer’s Waltz Part - 1
The forest grew too still. Even the wind held its breath as the trio stepped beyond the last line of trees and beheld the forgotten ruin of Valemire Estate. Moonlight glazed the crumbling spires, and the ivy-strangled balconies jutted like bones from a rotted corpse. The manor stood silent on a hill of frost-hardened grass, its many windows aglow with flickering gold light that could not, should not, exist.
By Richard Bailey8 months ago in Chapters
