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An aspiring author who would one day want to write something that isn’t just good, something that is good enough. - Also go check out Aspire to Inspire, she is incredible! ❤️

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The One From The West

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3 min read

Ribbons of sunlight unfurled from a thin layer of clouds gathering in the sky as the morning passed into the afternoon. Buildings stretched high in the city of Tallus, watching over the simple cobbled streets and old, family-owned market stalls.

Tallus is known for being peacful most days, unless something was different from the norm, which was unusual. That’s when I knew something was wrong whe...

The Forger And The Blade

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2 min read

**_This was a challenge that I did with Aspire to Inspire where she basically gave me some characters to right with! Hope you enjoy!

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Reeve approached the weapon forge, eyes narrowing. The city streets were completely empty as night cloaked itself over the buildings; rain soaked the cobble roads, wetting his hair.

Sighing, he quietly began to pick the lock, checking behind his shoulder every ...

The Theatrics Of A Villain

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4 min read

**_(This is a weird one. I got a bit carried away with it so it’s quite long. Hope you enjoy!)_**

The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, casting a bloody orange glow over the battle-scarred landscape. All beings fought, bodies and blood littering the soil. Amidst the chaos, a lone figure emerged. That’s me. I’m that kind of villain whose name is whispered from city to city, kingdom to k...

Fantasy

The Clashing Of Blades

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2 min read

_“If there’s a fire you’re trying to douse, you can’t put it out from inside the house.” - Hamilton_

Rune squared his shoulders before me, adjusting his grip on his dagger.

The forest around us was dense with greenery, but all of the forest life had been scared away by the clashing of our blades. Rage and irritation was smothered all over Rune’s face, his breathing heavy and unpracticed. I onl...

A Detective’s Betrayal (Part 2)

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2 min read

I awoke in a tight, dark space, a gag tied tightly to my mouth and the bite of cold steel chains told me I was tied to the chair I was sat on. Judging by the size, I was most likely in a large cupboard, empty except for me and the figure behind me, who was holding a knife to my throat. Looking down to the blade, I saw the muscles in the hand, wrist and forearm, not Herim.

As I calmed myself, I ca...

Action

Crime

A Detective’s Betrayal

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1 min read

“The knife belongs to me.” Detective Herim stepped out from the shadows, dislodging the blade from the fresh corpse and staring me in the eyes as he wiped the fresh blood from the metal with a white handkerchief.

“Detective…?” I rose from my squatted position beside the body, fists clenched. “You were the one who killed my brother?!”

Herim smirked. “Now, now. Remember the rule: friends and famil...

Crime

Action

Insulted By A King

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1 min read

**_(This is pretty terrible, I just had an idea and kinda failed to excecute it but here it is anyway!)_**

“You insolent, half-witted peasant, stumbling through the alleys like a beheaded rat who thinks they own this kingdom!” The king spat down at me from his thrown, rage rising to his cheeks.

I flinched. I honestly wasn’t really used to being insulted by royalty. I’m not really used to being c...

The Shadow Dancer

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2 min read

“There’s nothing quite like dying under the spotlight.”

That’s what they say when she’s near. A phrase neither myth nor legend, although no one knows what it implies.

Except for her.

The Shadow Dancer.

☠︎ ☠︎ ☠︎ ☠︎ ☠︎

Aria Flint adjusted her ruby-red mask, the kind that would be worn to a royal masquerade ball, and inspected the letter carefully placed onto her dresser, sealed in wa...

Action

Wasted Words

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2 min read

Darkness began to envelope the city as Elira navigated the labarinth of thin, crime-ridden alleys which made up most of the city. She held a gold-plated dagger, one stolen from a richman’s collection. Luckily, the guards didn’t know the city as well as she did; they lost her on the first turn. Soon, she came into a clearing, still empty and secluded, but their was more space to get her breath back...

Another Damsel In Distress

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2 min read

**_(Not my best work, it’s kinda more of a stubborn argument than anything. Please give feedback.) _**

Rook tried to smile when the woman entered the dimly lit tavern.

Yes, she was beautiful. No, there was no sign of evil in those sea-blue eyes. She just looked as if it were his job to solve her problems, which most people think.

“Let’s skip the pleasantries, shall we?” Rook tried to twist his...