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
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 used her mouse to post the final story on her blog, letting out a sigh. Read more
I’ve watched my mistress every day, and know all about her. I’ve seen her smile, laugh, cry, get angry, everything. I’ve been her loyal friend from the very beginning, and when she took me with her to that music academy she’s always talking about with her friends, I felt so excited. Whatever emotion she felt, I felt as well.
Of course, I knew about the pain that Mistress had gone through as well. Read more
“…Fuck you.” Read more
“It’s really…unsettling.” Read more
“It’s my fault…It’s all my fault!” Read more
Lucena stared up from the balcony at the sky, which was slowly turning from blue to a striking peach and yellow hue as the sun finally started to set on Rome after many hours. 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
It was a sunny Friday afternoon, slowly approaching evening. Lorelei was in her room, folding and putting away her clothes in her suitcases. Shirts, t-shirts, skirts, dresses, jeans, shoes and boots were placed carefully into the leather-made luggage, and other various items were placed into smaller suitcases and bags. Read more