Rebecca Patton
Bio
Ever since discovering Roald Dahl, I wanted to be an author who would delight and move her readers through her stories. I also wrote my debut novel, "Of Demons and Deception" on Amazon.
Stories (63/0)
An Act of Mercy
The ogre was running away from him, tossing away his broken club as he darted through the thick forest. The dragon merely looked at the ogre’s bloody back in amusement before taking a step forward. He had the thought that since his prey was not fighting back anymore, perhaps he should let him go. But the dragon quickly dismissed it as he crouched down.
By Rebecca Patton2 years ago in Fiction
Bleakburn
Animo was perched on top of his head, and despite Haganto’s quick pace, he didn’t seem in any danger of falling off. Not long after Alanus’s song last night, Animo unexpectedly climbed up to Haganto’s head and stayed there. Even though Grimoire spoke a few more times, Animo just dug into his head each time and didn’t move. Animo probably would have stayed there all night if Haganto hadn’t plucked him off so he could lie down to sleep. And even then, Animo didn’t go back to his pocket, instead choosing to sleep on Haganto’s cheek until morning, when he quickly climbed back up again.
By Rebecca Patton2 years ago in Fiction
Alanus
Unfortunately, finding Agron was much easier said than done. Haganto sighed as he poured some rabbit stew into his bowl, causing Animo to climb out of his pocket and sniff after he jumped onto his arm. Even though they had only met each other a few days ago, the baby weasel’s ribcage was no longer visible and he had enough energy to not constantly need to nap throughout the day. Haganto had even managed to comb out his matted fur, though there were times he had accidentally been too rough, causing Animo to squeal and struggle till Haganto calmed him again. Animo didn’t make any moves to escape though, and he was pretty happy to play with Haganto later so the half-ogre figured he had been forgiven.
By Rebecca Patton2 years ago in Fiction
The Astral Empress
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say.” Dawson fidgeted as he looked at the other passengers. Other than a few weak laughs, everyone else either looked uncomfortable or disturbed. Dawson even spotted one or two that looked ready to run for the exit.
By Rebecca Patton2 years ago in Fiction
A Wish Gone Wrong
Her mind still half asleep, Penny creaked open her eyes, expecting to look upon a plain white ceiling when instead, it was yellow with pink flowers. Penny, thinking that she was still dreaming, closed her eyes for a second before opening them again. The ceiling hadn’t changed.
By Rebecca Patton2 years ago in Fiction
Decaying
Haganto instantly jumped out of the way and landed on the other side of the creek. Erzu scrambled to a stop and turned to face him. Her good eyes focused on the creek for a moment before she darted into it. But she didn’t get far before she suddenly screeched and backtracked. Once Erzu was back on shore, she flung her legs with panicked cries, causing droplets of water to fly in the air. Haganto stared at this strange behavior, it was almost like she was scared of-oh. Of course.
By Rebecca Patton2 years ago in Fiction
An Answer
It was still early in the morning and Haganto hadn’t heard a bird chirp since he entered the woods minutes ago. He walked through the forest, his eyes peeled for any movement but the only signs of life were the trees. Haganto kept his ears alert but the only sounds he heard were the crunching of leaves under his feet.
By Rebecca Patton2 years ago in Fiction
The Herd
Haganto was walking down the path when he heard a rustle from a nearby bush. He stopped and looked to the incriminating plant as the breeze picked his hair slightly off his shoulders. A second later, a small rabbit jumped out from the bush and looked at Haganto before quickly bouncing across the path and out of sight. He figured as much, especially since he didn’t smell anything or saw the plant life wither away. But Sarville was not that far away from the border to Pruoca, a humid country known for its high cockatrice population.
By Rebecca Patton2 years ago in Fiction
The New Job
It had been three days since he had returned the girl back to her tearful father and Haganto was now facing a door that had seen better days. It was rough to the touch, had places where small slivers of wood splintered off into the air like thorns, and it had cracks where small flickers of light shone through.
By Rebecca Patton2 years ago in Fiction