Skylark

25, teacher, chronic procrastinator, lover of waffles, trolls, and my spawn. (Some of whom act like trolls on occasion)

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Skylark

25, teacher, chronic procrastinator, lover of waffles, trolls, and my spawn. (Some of whom act like trolls on occasion)

Writings

Followers

Following

Sanctuary Of The Moon Dragon

Skylark

2 min read

Moonlight is a curious thing.

Color didn’t seem to exist under a full moon. It bleached everything, drawing the color to the fathomless skies.

Shining gently, inexorably, it coaxed out details hidden in daylight’s harsh glare, turning the familiar world into a strange painting of sharp contrasts.

Drifting petals, bone white.

The gleam of a fox’s eye between the thick trunks of the forest that ...

Fantasy

Mystery

Circus Of Curious Origins

Skylark

2 min read

Sarah ran through the rainy streets like her life depended on it.

Because it did.

If they caught her… it didn’t bear thinking of.

With a graceful leap, she caught the upper edge of an 8 foot wire fence and vaulted over, flipping into a somersault on the gritty wet asphalt before rolling to her feet and taking up her sprint again in one smooth motion. A dead-end brick wall at the back of an alle...

Adventure

Drama

Never Underestimate A Naan

Skylark

2 min read

His wings cupped tighter, banking against a hot updraft that rose and swirled from the golden roofs beneath him, glaring in the blazing desert sun. Cupolas flashed past, pinnacles and lanced rooflines, balconies, gilded arches and stained glass.

Dry, warm air snatched at his clothes and cropped hair, whistling through the golden pinions of his wings while his black eyes flicked back and forth, sc...

Humour

Fantasy

Ghosts

Skylark

2 min read

She saw him first, standing like a sentinel, sword drawn and set, tip-to earth as he leaned on it for support. His armor and crimson surcoat were battered and smeared with dark stains and mud, his hair a tousled shock of black. She could see his hair, matted and filthy with blood, because his helmet, famed for its distinctive golden inlay and hawk-like visor, had been shattered off his face in the...

Fantasy

Action

A Civil Eviction

Skylark

1 min read

Hark!

The sharp, golden catch of a sturdy, good latch, now

Caroling!

Clicking!

Clinking!

The snick of the lock, brass tick of the clock, in

Sweet-toned

Silence

Sinking!

The hours have dragged, as you boasted and bragged, with

Tittering!

Totter...

Humour

Poetry

Love, Adenoids

Skylark

1 min read

You’re beautiful, with your creamy, freckled skin, your red-gold hair spilling like a flame across the pillow, your eyelashes curling and thick against your cheeks, rosy with sleep.

I try not to wake you as I slip out of the sheets, gather up my pillow and a quilt before treading softly to the door.

I turn back, gazing on a vision of perfection, reluctant to leave.

Your rosy mouth, parted...

Humour

Romance

My Haven

Skylark

1 min read

A glint of teeth,

A crooked smile,

There’s mischief in your eyes,

Yet underneath,

Like hidden gold,

A quiet treasure lies,

A quiet word,

A kindly act,

A jewel without prize,

You speak the truth,

With honor giv’n

My shelter in disguise...

Poetry

POP! Goes The—

Skylark

4 min read

There was another thud and a muffled grunt from the wall.

Cedric. Hopefully, I wouldn’t have to patch another hole in the wall.

The little weasel.

Correction: Giant weasel.

My name is Jenny, and my best friend is roughly 6’9”, rather furry, but good natured, and, if you don’t mind his inclination to shred the cushions to make himself a cozy burrow in the linen closet, he’s… nea...

Humour

Fantasy

Flaming Flibbertigibbets!

Skylark

2 min read

Another fist-sized meteor of flames scorched overhead, making it necessary for Wren to drop behind a barrier and pancake herself against the floor again.

The floor, she had discovered, was cement. Cement is hard— a fact she’d always known, but never fully appreciated until now.

She had realized, from distant memories of childhood splats off her bike, that cement isn’t nec...

Humour

Fantasy

Saved By The Yell

Skylark

1 min read

Sarah could have kissed the little demon.

As a tantrum went, it was earsplitting, repugnant, infuriating.

As a distraction, it was sheer, unadulterated genius. Inspired, really.

Every face in the lobby turned to the crescendoing storm of hideous shrieks with identical looks of horror, and she could see the gleam of phantasm spankings in some of their eyes.

His tiny arms lashed every direction,...

Humour

Action