Ahna Lewis
Bio
Just a high school English teacher who never quite got over her dream of becoming an author. :)
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Stories (29/0)
An Exceptional Display
Reginald Fairbanks wasn’t one to take risks. He was a man of order and precision. Hair perfectly coiffed, parted on the side, combed to the left. Meals three, served exactly six hours apart. Handkerchief square in the right pocket of his brown satin vest. Morning study, afternoon music, evening stroll, and twilight chess with a glass of cognac. Reginald was as predictable as the wheels on a bus and only slightly less interesting. He was a perfect clockwork of disciplined dependability. So even Reginald couldn’t quite understand why he agreed to the invitation.
By Ahna Lewisabout a year ago in Fiction
Summit
Reaching the summit I stretch out my fragile arms Bigger than the sky
By Ahna Lewisabout a year ago in Poets
The Day of Dawning
Magnus Fire, smoke, ash, and storm. I am Magnus and my blood carries fire. I am Magnus and I come to destroy. Through a rippling canvas of flame, I watch the singed wood crumble. Charred debris tumbles from elevated waterways, the once vibrant streams now sucked into dry earth. Ash litters the air, drifting downwards in blankets of gray. I tear their world limb from limb. Flames billow from my open maw, blistering their skin, searing their world into darkness. I show no mercy because they are without mercy. We, the dragons, the Star-Born, cannot be extinguished. They all must die. Every last River-Born.
By Ahna Lewisabout a year ago in Fiction