“It’s time to begin……it’s time…..” He woke up with a bang, slamming his skull into the roof above him. “Ow!” He rubbed his head as he surveyed his surroundings. He was in a face down position in a small cage, the cool metal pressed against his cheek. The roof was only about a foot above… Continue reading Luke Rasmussen – Lost Legacies
Category: Short Story
Prologue – Dawn Kearns
The God Mage sat at his antique wooden desk, deep in thought. He flipped through the pages of a large leather book laid out in front of him, lit by the dim glow of candlelight. His study was situated at the top of an ancient tower. The room had a single small window which… Continue reading Prologue – Dawn Kearns
Chapter 18 – Nic Schuman
“Can you tell us what happened Miss? You were there at the scene, weren’t you?” “Yes. Yes I…I was.” Miranda says, shivering. “Were you in the supposed blast of water?” The reporter asked. “I’m soaked. I have water dripping down my spine. Of course I was in the blast!” She exclaims. Someone comes over and… Continue reading Chapter 18 – Nic Schuman
“Heartless” – Greta Tucker
Prelude: Andriana was walking home from her job at the gas station on Fifth after her car wouldn’t start. She walked with anger in her stride and snow collecting in her hair. Her boots crunched against the ice breaking apart on the narrow sidewalk. After a while, she looked up to the street sign… Continue reading “Heartless” – Greta Tucker
“Wandering” -Amanda Hernandez
“Always travel, always explore the world, and absorb everything. Take it all in. You’re so small and your view is so narrow, but I promise you the world is gigantic. It will swallow you whole if you let it. You would never have to be stuck in your small view of the world. It will… Continue reading “Wandering” -Amanda Hernandez
“If World War II Were a Bar Fight” -Casey Rugh
Alright so Poland, France, Belgium, and Britain are all sitting at a table, enjoying themselves from the free drinks that everyone forced Germany to buy while he was still hungover and drunk from the night before. Germany, who has severely sobered up is incredibly pissed now that he has realized he spent 100$ on drinks,… Continue reading “If World War II Were a Bar Fight” -Casey Rugh
“Last, as told by Maka Eyota” -Spencer Koelsch
Darkness. Labored breathing fills the lodge. Cold autumn winds sweep through the door, but I can see by the embers in the center that they are all sweating. Nothing more that I can do here. I have offered my prayers to Lone Man, but none have improved. I move on to the next lodge. The… Continue reading “Last, as told by Maka Eyota” -Spencer Koelsch
“The Sun and Moon Once Rose at One Time” -Michelle Harmon
The sun and moon once rose at one time, the sun rising from the eastern horizon, the moon arising from the mountains of the west, to meet in center of the sky. In great harmony, they remained within the sky, creating a mixture of a sky of pinks, lilacs, and tangerines. It was amazing how… Continue reading “The Sun and Moon Once Rose at One Time” -Michelle Harmon
“Short Story Point of View” -Payton Lee
Junkie stares out of the window, blowing a thin line of smoke from his dry lips. When the sour cigarette is finished, he gently tosses it onto the empty street below. I would die if I fell from this height, Junkie solemnly thinks. “Junkie” the only familiar voice calls from behind. “What do you want?”… Continue reading “Short Story Point of View” -Payton Lee
“My First Year at School” -Abbe Grace
My mom ran into my room at 6:37 A.M. to wake me up for school. I know the exact time because I always look to see if my mom is late to wake me up. I just learned how to read time, so I do it all the time. I used to get really excited… Continue reading “My First Year at School” -Abbe Grace