Christopher Rees
Stories (2/0)
Will-O-The-Wisps
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. At first there was no one there to see it, but it burned on faithfully nonetheless. It wasn’t a very old flame as these things are counted and yet it had seen generations of the fleeting lives of humans come and go. It sat unwavering now, staring out into the gloam of the deep woods, and waited, knowing that soon or late it would catch a set of wandering eyes in its snare and would be able to fulfill its ancient purpose and return to its place of slumber.
By Christopher Rees2 years ago in Fiction
The Valley of the Dragons
The Valley of the Dragons “There weren't always dragons in the Valley. But of course, you know that don't you. That is to say, obviously, there have been dragons in the valley since the dawn of time but that’s hardly the same thing, is it? Anyway, what’s important now is that you are here… now, quite silly of you to have been here next week, you would think a candidate of your qualifications would not make such a clumsy error but we won’t hold that against you. You brought your bonafides with you I am sure, may I see them?”
By Christopher Rees2 years ago in Fiction