Masquerade #1

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Carnage

Aurelia looked upon the battlefield astride her horse Castor, who was whickering with fear and anger and his white mane tossing this way and that. All around them was destruction, a wall of fire trapping them in the chaos. The sounds of metal clashing on metal rung repeatedly in Aurelia’s ears and she could feel the furious heat coming from the battle, like flames licking at her skin. She inhaled deeply.

“Gods and goddesses above, give me the strength to end this carnage.” She murmured to herself, before sweeping her sword to the side with a flourish and charging herself and Castor straight into the bloodshed.

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Here, have a short over-the-word-count drabble as an apology for my absence and for discontinuing the 52 short stories challenge 😦

Week 27: Dollhouse

The mirror me stared back as I carefully did my tie up, fingers deftly wounding the thin, smooth material round and round my collar. After swiftly pulling the end through the hole in the tie and adjusting it so that it stayed straight down my torso, I put on my blazer, not bothering to button up and looked at myself at the mirror once more, making sure not a stain or wrinkle was present on my clothes.

After all, all the daughter of this family had to do was keep up appearances and make out that there was nothing wrong with this family. Read more

Winged Beasts

Loose fabric rustled against the breeze. White wings flapped vigorously as they carried the girl through the air of the night. This girl was flying towards the secret meeting place of her two friends, two others of her own, though different in their own way. Read more