Briar Rose
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Stories (27/0)
Tiger Striped Sky - VI
Sitting outside my hut, my eyes caught onto what seemed to be the stripes of a tiger. It moved gracefully and quietly through the edge of the forest despite its unusually massive size. I watched, delightfully intrigued, as it moved closer to me. Suddenly, its eyes turned to meet mine, shinning out from the shadowed forest. The deep green -almost glowing- eyes enlightened a spark within me.
By Briar Rose3 years ago in Fiction
Tiger Striped Sky - I
"Relax, feel the calm sensations through your body. And when you're ready, ease yourself back. Begin by wiggling your toes then your fingers. Take a deep breath and stretch your arms over your head. Take up space on your mat as you stretch your arms back before rolling up into a sitting position. Bring your hands to your heart once more and exhale. Namaste."
By Briar Rose3 years ago in Humans
Guardians Legacy - I
People slowly migrated into the large ballroom. Intricate chandeliers and golden accents greeted each one who entered. The molding decorating the walls were crafted with such care that it never failed to amaze those who saw it. Maids, busters, and guards all dressed their best for the special occasion that occurred only once a year. Groomed suits and sparking gowns adorned bodies as people entered. Meaningless compliments spilled from the mouths of many as they greeted their old acquaintances; introducing their children to one another. Across the room others stuffed their mouths full with food. Each dish hand selected by the many involved in planning. Every detail was even more so important this year; it was special.
By Briar Rose3 years ago in Humans
Guardians Legacy - 0.5
"Those who don't believe in magic will never find it." - Roald Dahl Once upon a time, hidden behind a curtain of disbelief, war raged on between the darkness and the light. Souls were lost to the impending nightmares. The light in the eyes of many dwindled down to nothingness. People forgot about those who enlightened their inner child. Our guardians lost their faith in the people around them. Their source of power, belief, grew to be a scarcity. Presents disappeared from under the tree, teeth were left abandoned under pillows, eggs were no longer found hidden in bushes, and candy no longer sat left in a bowl for the taking. The enemy strived in all the sullen faces that greeted him. As dreams disappeared from the heads of children, all hope seemed lost. People simply walked the streets, wallowing in what seemed to be their own misery.
By Briar Rose3 years ago in Humans
The Final Destination
"Ticket please," Stopping at each passenger, the worker punched holes into each card. Voices of joy erupted from the children. Excitement enlightened their eyes as they stared at their punched ticket. Adults conversed of their destinations, reminding their kids to stay seated as the train roared to life.
By Briar Rose3 years ago in Humans
Honey Fields - I
Music blared through the speakers, the sweet southern voice of Jason Aldean drowning out the sounds around. Fields and fields of wheat, corn, cattle, and more passed by the car window. Tires turned as they pulled the motorized metal down the long stretch of road. A melodic voice sang the words of the country singer, tapping her fingers to the beat. Adley's curious eyes watched the large fields pass. Through her recent travels, she enjoyed passing through the small county sides the most. There was something so tranquil about the endless pasture.
By Briar Rose3 years ago in Humans