Alexandra Heatwole
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Stories (6/0)
- Runner-Up in Campfire Ghost Story Challenge
HellfireRunner-Up in Campfire Ghost Story Challenge
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Standing in the town square, Reverend Needham looked at the distant, wavering glow, and terror gripped his heart. He steeled himself and said a silent prayer that his God, who had always guided him with a sure and steady hand, would once more give him strength, make him the instrument of his divine will. He would need to gather the others, the Elders whom he knew he could rely on. Righteousness would again prevail, he said to himself. It must.
By Alexandra Heatwole2 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon's Tale
“There weren't always dragons in the Valley, were there, Highness?” asked the Duke. The Queen sat back slightly in her chair, preparing herself for the same well-rehearsed performance she had seen so many times before, when the wine had been drunk, and the fire grew low. She folded her hands in her lap and looked down at them, waiting for the King to respond.
By Alexandra Heatwole2 years ago in Fiction
Always
It was starting to rain again. Drops of water landed on Val’s face, disappearing into the constellation of freckles that spanned from cheek to cheek, crossing the bridge of her long, slender nose. Those eyes–green with flecks of hazel–my god, they were beautiful, even now, as tears threatened at their edges. She was speaking, but Esther couldn’t hear what she was saying. It felt like her head was underwater–everything was muffled, quiet. Val was reaching out for her, but suddenly Esther was falling, endlessly, not knowing which way was down, until–
By Alexandra Heatwole2 years ago in Fiction
- Winner of True Colors Challenge