Bella Kulyk
Stories (5/0)
The Greatest Monster Slayer
The village didn’t question Silas when he told them the stories. His mother was a storyteller, you see, and she would gather the children around the bonfire with a bottle of cherry ale in one hand, and tell them all about the way her husband - Silas’ father - used to defeat the demons plaguing the Great Forest. The children sat and listened in awe, flames reflected in their wide eyes as she told of the monster slayer’s feats. Silas listened too.
By Bella Kulyk 3 years ago in Fiction
Yours always,
There’s not much I remember about that summer other than the boy and the shoes. I remember the cicadas were particularly noisy the day I met him. I remember the white blouse with little flowers that I wore until it was stained with dirt and grass. And I remember the marigolds.
By Bella Kulyk 3 years ago in Fiction