Alexander Olson
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Taste of Summer
Summer. Fire rages, fueled by a seemingly endless supply of gas. Within metal housing, the flames heat everything surrounding it. Soon the air is two hundred, three hundred, four hundred degrees. Unable to escape, the molecules speed up, faster and faster they accelerate. After a time, the roof is removed—it doesn’t collapse like in a normal fire, but rather swings away, still visible from below. The metal floor is unbearable—all life on it has extinguished as the fires burn.
By Alexander Olson2 years ago in Feast
Saga of Strife
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Long before their arrival, the Emerald Vale was a lush and fertile countryside dotted with modest homes the residents who labored in the fields lived in. Their crops were healthy and well watered from the rivers and streams that came from the surrounding mountains and they lived a peaceful life. The folk that lived in the valley and beyond were not merely humans, for they were not in a part of the universe that humans were. Although similar in their appearance and mannerisms as evolution would have it, the beings that cultivated the valley were known as Titans: great creatures standing as tall as the trees, with magic power imbued to them. The Titans were an industrious folk, focusing their energy and magic towards productive use—building homes and common buildings, farming and the like. They seldom found the time for arts or making music. Even more seldom did they even want to. The creatures that roamed the lands were dwarfed by the two-hundred foot tall behemoths. The animals paid no mind to them, as if the landscape itself were alive and moving.
By Alexander Olson2 years ago in Fiction