True Freedom

Aurelia’s faithful stallion snorted and whickered from beneath her and she reached down to stroke his neck. After petting Castor for a little while, Aurelia straightened herself up and returned her gaze to her surroundings. Read more


A Little Adventure

The thundering sounds of hooves stopped as Castor skidded to a halt in the middle of the bridle path, tossing his head and neighing loudly. Aurelia panted as she held onto the reins of her stallion tightly, her face flushed red from the exertion of riding and the wind battering against her skin. Her lips were cracked from all the dryness and her hair, loose and wild, was blown back in a windswept look. Aurelia rubbed at her eyes, getting rid of all the moisture that had gathered in there. She caught her breath back and looked up at her surroundings.

Aurelia and Castor had stopped on a stone bridge connecting from one side of the river to the other side. Waterfalls sprang out from cracks in the cliffs above them and flowed all the way down into the river. The river below them was streaming all the way to the bank and from there Aurelia could see the stone steps travelling upwards, passing through the large arch that towered over them. She eyed the ruins in front of her carefully; she could see the remnants of ancient pillars and walls. “Looks like we’re at the Synagogue Of Silence, Castor.” She spoke to her horse, reaching down to stroke his flank. “How about a little adventure?”

Castor whinnied in agreement and Aurelia nodded. “I agree. I’m curious about what’s up there too. Let’s take a look then, shall we?”

Another neigh of agreement. Aurelia squeezed her thighs together and urged her stallion into a gentle gallop. Soft hoofbeats sounding on grass turned into harsh thundering hoof noises as Castor moved off the bridge and onto the stony ground before the archer and the horse began the long trip up the steps to the Synagogue of Silence.


As exams approach, the shorter my writing gets. Mind you, I’m getting really into this flash fiction writing, it’s good when you don’t have much spare time ^_^

~Lorelei Lockladay~

Week 30: Mirror, Mirror

Aurelia followed the woman into the back room of the antique shop, clutching the strap of her messenger bag tightly.  Her gaze drifted to her surroundings as she walked. Shelves lined the walls, clocks, statues, lamps and jewellery boxes settled atop them. Carpets and curtains hung from hooks on the ceiling, and old leather armchairs were littered around the area. Aurelia drifted her fingertips along the arm of one armchair; the leather was smooth and soft. She walked past mannequins with the most vintage dresses and coats, and she fingered the soft, velvet material as she walked past. Having taken in her surroundings completely, she returned her gaze to the woman in front of her. Read more

Week 24: Kill

Talia spotted him from above, the familiar broad, majestic black wings protruding from his back. Of course she would be able to recognise them; they were like her own, only much larger, much more mature. But he was anything but mature at this moment, in Talia’s eyes anyway. Read more


“Aurelia!” The Crimson Great Sorceress spun around, and found Zaleria, with Codec’s arm around her shoulders and leaning on her. She was struggling under his weight. “We have to stop. Codec is exhausted, and he’s getting worse!” Read more

Week 17: Australia

Lucena looked forwards, closed her eyes, and breathed in the strong, salty scent of the sea water. Her hair, pulled back into a ponytail, was billowing a little in the breeze and she fell back onto her towel, landing on the soft sand and sinking down into it. She could feel the heat of the sun hitting her skin and warming her right to the bone, and she sighed in content. Read more