D.M. De Alwis
Bio
Storyteller for life. I bring a wealth of history, mythology, and mystery to my writing through curiosity of life and relationships.
Stories (13/0)
Moala and the Goddess of the Sea
Moala dove into the cold sea, looking for anything of value from the sunken merchant ship. Gold coins reflected light from the sea bed. Her lungs felt ready to burst, but she kicked and managed to reach out a hand and grasp several before having to maneuver herself back up to gasp air.
By D.M. De Alwis10 months ago in Fiction
Summertime in Spring Hill
Margery could not find her younger brother Fred. She looked in the attic bedroom shared with the cousins where her nine-year-old cousin Anthony sat sulking. He had been sent to bed without supper. Hours earlier, he had been caught chasing Grammie’s chickens into the vegetable patch. His grandparents spent the morning settling nervous hens back into the coop.
By D.M. De Alwis11 months ago in History
Waiting
"Wait for me!" That was the last cry Juni heard from the prison wagon as his brother was carried away. He had been hiding in the shadows at the time that the house had been ransacked and his family taken. They were not his real family. However, they had welcomed him to their home, so he had been adopted. But that was many years ago.
By D.M. De Alwis11 months ago in Fiction
Untying the karmic knot
The scent of lavender and thyme hung in the air as Laelia darted between the grape vines. Her long wavy tangled brown hair was stuck with bruised flowers from when she pretended to be a fairy princess. Her lips were berry stained from imagining her role as a great lady attended on by servants.
By D.M. De Alwis11 months ago in History
The Journey
Time stood still. A lake in the midst of a never-ending forest awoke from its nocturnal sleep. A mist had risen mysteriously above the lake and now began dissipating in the air. All was quiet. The gentle silence was occasionally interrupted by the beautiful calls of a pair of loons. Through the mist came the distant sound of paddling. Quiet, yet becoming louder. The loons fell silent as the sounds came closer.
By D.M. De Alwisabout a year ago in Earth
