—Not suitable for children, contains blood and violence.— Ninanna Mur’ en- kamara watched as two guards passed her, carrying a rabid, screaming woman with red-hair. She got a glimpse of her face, which would be beautiful if it weren’t for that large chin of hers. Her eyes were green, a rare color amongst the […]Read More Burned at the Stake: Part 1
At first everything seemed ok, then I noticed that I got really dizzy and found it hard to stay focused. I was going downstairs to get coffee and start on my novel. I ignored the dizziness and blamed it on dehydration. I promised myself that I would drink water after I finished my first cup […]Read More Strange Bots
A baby was born in Babylon several thousand years ago during a moonless night. she was an unexpected child, born to a woman who was forced to marry, and who’s parents continued to beg for her to have a son, repeatedly, and she ended up with a girl. Desperate to get rid of the child, […]Read More Immortal dust.
In this post, I will be posting the good and bad of Youtube. Keep in mind that these are personal opinions and should not be taken seriously. I will be looking at two videos and they will be categorized as good or bad, along with a reason why. The Good Just by […]Read More Good Vs Bad Youtube Video — Class post
This blog is not going to be all stories Trust me, I don’t just want to write stories, because people are not just interested in stories. They are interested in other things, like cars, or jobs. Me, I’m all about writing. I may be obsessed with it (in a very unhealthy manner.) I […]Read More Musings Of An Amateur Writer: World-Building.
I take a path towards a grouping of three huts; the grass rubs against my ankles as I creep closer, the healer following behind. I look in between the gap between two huts, and notice a woman banging her head still yelling words in an unknown language. She looks alone and fragile, like nobody cares […]Read More Anyue’s Story: Part 2
Dedicated to my readers. Looking through a bush, I peer in looking for the last berry, which happens to be resting in the middle of the bush. Through the tangles of thorny branches, I see a hole leading to the berry as it awaits to be picked. I stick my hand in the bush. […]Read More Anyue’s Story: Part 1