Short Story

“What are you doing here?” She heard her mother hiss angrily, “My husband is not

Dillan and Rory stepped aside as both Una and Faye rushed Audra. It felt like the old days when they were young and more carefree, when they’d spent long hours reading, riding, and frolicking around the castle gardens. Audra found herself missing Travana, for she had been a beloved part of the group of four friends, but Audra still relished this moment of reunification.

Everything was as it had always been as the sun rose that morning. The city began to stir as it grew light, and in an hour there were carts and people filling the streets. Down at the shipyards people carried out their business just like they had every day before. In the castle the guards and servants went about their duties. It was peaceful, as it had been for a hundred years.

Nick ran forward at full speed, without the weight of the carriage, he was able to outrun the wolves. The fog eventually dissipated and John could tell the way to his village. Nick carried him back to the village. By the time they arrived, it was already morning. John’s parents were relieved that he got back

“I have no idea.. this has never happened in my years of working, I’m thinking we-” I cut Sarah

    “That’s not nice,” Sister said, looking up at Brother, “What if he doesn’t want to go?”

“Ha!” he chuckled. “Maybe you should ask your young man first before you make such a bold statement. Cathleen, have a safe trip. Son-in-law, she is less demanding when she gets her way.”

"I won't do tat," tell her mother, "grounding you and your brother." Her voice was thick with a French accent and controlled. She glanced at Coyan, who shook his head.

He lived in a quaint village with a population of only a few thousand people. The king had created this village for all the people who could barely afford to live. It was filled with people from all over the kingdom, and every now and then, a new house would be built and a new family would move in.

Only royal road was only for nobles or messengers. The village walked all day only stopping for four hours everyday. The king obviously wanted to rush us there for something important. I didn’t think too much of it because all I did was look at the sky all day. She was my only friend. As days pass by, so did the villagers spirit. They had never liked this trek in the first place. Their bleeding feet told without words. One even started begging the soldiers. The soldier didn’t give her anything, but he did give meat for the wolves. “This kingdom is ruled by fear,” I thought to myself. More days have passed and more bodies have fallen, seven in total. All were just peasants trying to make a living. The village let out a heavy sigh when we finally reach the castle. It was sturdy castle, but definitely outdated. Any nation in the world can destroy it in a few days. All around the castle were slaves picking apples in cruel conditions. It was actually better than some jobs like farmer. They had enough food and could always rely on shelter. The funny thing was that they tried not to look at us. That’s when I realize they were actually trying to hide their faces. Something was wrong here and only one person was to blame, King

The forest got thinner and thinner until they came to the village. From where they were they could now see what made the village look shiny; it was the water around it. This village was built in the middle of a great lake. Even with its high walls you could still see the govenors palace peeking over

Lúthwen stared out at the town in front of her, "The dwarfish clan my father asked for help from was ruthless. At first the king was helpful, generous, and kind. But then he came out to be a killer." A tear fell down her cheek. "We needed help, I don't remember why, I was so little, so my mother and father asked for their help. For they were the closest dwarf clan around Tinglën. My mother made friends with their king and trusted him with her heart, my father was different. He watched them carefully and didn't trust them very much. Four years the dwarves stayed here in Tinglën, from the beginning of their stay everything and everyone was fine. But by the third year of their stay, everything started going downhill. Elves became sick, but no dwarves

“I never agreed to wed Jon upon our return home.” Alayna hissed as she stabbed at potatoes and root vegetables on her own platter, “You’ve barely given me any time to get used to the notion. I haven’t gotten any say in the matter. You’re being unfair, Mace.”

The smattering of rain on the roof overhead calms me, beating out an irregular rhythm like an anxious child unconsciously tapping his foot. The dim glow of my phone screen washes over me as I wait for the light to return, cut off by the flash flood inducing rain. I look around, and sigh; yet again, the lights on the ceiling are blank, leaving me with nothing to shield myself from the impending darkness.

He sighed. He had thought transferring to the City from the village would be more exciting and challenging but it had not lived up to his expectations and he was frustrated at the endless meetings and emphasis on figures and targets. He was also missing his friends and family as he tried to settle into a new life. City people rushed everywhere and appeared busy and always having somewhere to go. He felt invisible.