A baby with hair like spun rays of sun, rests in her mothers arms as she rocks in her chair on the oak wood porch. A toddler with skin like silk, watches the butterfly’s flutter in the garden of flowers. A child with bright emerald eyes, chases the sly calico away from an injured blue bird. A teenager with eagerness to explore, reads in a field of wildflowers and bees. An adult with endless patience, cleans up after her messy boyfriend. A mother sits with her son in the old rocking chair on the oak wood porch.
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Meela Ward
A crazy dragon nerd, and a huge fantasy geek with quite the imagination. She has a big passion for writing and animating.
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Warken
Do you recall the legend of Warken? Deep in the mythology of Carthrendril. War and battles plagued the lands long before mankind ever came. The Icy wyvern known as Warken slaughtered millions who tried to take his treasure. The great Elven king, Truviois the merciful, cast Warken into a deep sleep, overtop all his gold and jewels. Over time, the wyverns scales began to petrify. The mighty beast turned into the mountain known as Mt. Warken. Legend states that the beast will return when the snow on the peak melts.
By Meela Ward3 years ago in Fiction
Trouble at the Tea Leafing Café
The rain had started right around the time that Annie was buttering her second thick slice of homemade toast for breakfast, and hadn’t paused since. Not that anyone could tell. The windows of the café were fogged over, and with every seat filled with happy customers munching on fresh baked pastries or steaming bowls of the delicious soup of the day, it was hardly surprising. Annie looked around the room, finally taking a moment to breathe after the lunch time rush. Her old life already felt like a bad memory, a part of her history, always, but just that. History.
By Hannah Moore4 days ago in Fiction
Someone Else’s Memories
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