Iron Angel - Part 1I was born from two parents, as most people do. My parents were the best in the world, at least in my world. I never saw any other people. Sometimes we could find a severed limb or dead bodies the rats hadn't gotten to. After a find like that we always had a feast of meat stew, making sure that the carefree not-house would get its share, so that it would stay carefree.Iron Angel - Part 1 by WriterDream
When I was two (I think, years are difficult to count here) I befriended the cat living with us. It was a fat, grey and yellow old cat, patient with whatever I managed to get into my head. Soon after that, I met the rats. Big, dark and slender things roaming in hundreds and thousands over the never-ending junkyard. And as expected, I became their emperor, and they became my trustworthy and loyal underlings.
Many days when the sun could be seen behind the high pillars of metal trash I ran around, Cat on my head and a black rat on my shoulder.
I had named the rat Shroom and together the three of us would experience the gre
Wolfwing, part 2Morning came early within the forest of Ardilin. The heavy rain clouds had been carried away by a warm wind, and the sun took its chance to dry away the water the ground hadn't claimed as its own. The river had risen over its banks, cleaning the dark grey rocks that protected the village from the things that sometimes rose from the murky depths. Between the blooming trees the grass grew knee-high since the branches let through more light than deeper in the forest. A large herd of spotted deer lay resting in the sunlight, only their short horns could be seen over the grass swaying in the gentle breeze. The deer weren't as large, nor their horns as majestic as their cousins living on the wide grasslands. Instead they were more intelligent, and had learnt to seek shelter near the village from other wild animals. In exchange, the villagers got milk and fur that the deer dropped early in spring.Wolfwing, part 2 by WriterDream
The houses in the village were built from light wood, surrounded by blooming flowers and small b
Iron Angel - IntroductionBehind the junkyard at the edge of the world lay a small place. Well, lay woould be the wrong word, since it wasn't really laying around like most of the junk that collected near the edges. It floated, actually, sailing around with no cares in the world. Place would also give you the wrong impression, since it was a house. Well, not technically, but if you call something with four walls and a roof a house, then it wouldn't be a house.Iron Angel - Introduction by WriterDream
So, the sentence is:
Over the junkyard at the edge of the world floated a carefree non-house.
That is my home and that is where I was born.
Wolfwing, part 1Darkness lay heavy on the forest glade. The rain had been falling for hours, making the ground damp and every tree a trap with wet, cold leaves. The small camp, consisting only of a dying fire and a sleeping bag made of thick fur, lay empty. The only thing that could be heard was the rain's patient drumming on a thousand trees.Wolfwing, part 1 by WriterDream
Rasha Wintermane stood on a stone half-hidden by the trees, she leaned on the trunk of an old pine tree, her dark hood concealing her face from prying eyes. Her arms ached from holding the bowstring drawn in the cold air. Her thick hair stuck to her face, she wanted to wipe it away, but dared not move. Under the trees on the other side of the glade, a shadow crept around, in the light of the dying fire, Rasha could see the gleaming of drawn steel. Another scout. She stepped down from the stone, backing further into the shadows.
"I wish you no harm," came a gentle voice from the shadows. "I implore you, lower your bow so we might talk."
Rasha took another step ba
|I am from Finland where the weather usually is coldocldcoldHOTcoldcoldcold. I'm a mother to two crazy kittens that enjoy chewing on my feet and nose. I write almost every day, mostly fantasy. I also paint with acrylic colours and design clothes and jewellery. Saffrans is my other account where I post my art when I actually manage to complete something (and get a picture of it).|