Duskshadows
Bio
For there is no freedom from me.
There is only freedom through me!!!
Stories (26/0)
The Wheel of Time turns, and an intriguing world comes to life
“The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legends fade to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again.” is how my favorite fantasy series begins. In other words, I couldn’t come up with a good first line to hook you in, so I stole one. In my defense, how does one start an article singing praises about a series 15 novels long, counting 4.4 million words and 2700 characters?
By Duskshadows3 years ago in Fiction
Meet Jessica Zindane
Okay, I have never liked interviews. Always questions questions questions. And they always want answers, I know that’s the point, but I don’t have to like it. MY name? You already know my name. Okay okay, my name is Jessica Zindane, everyone calls me Jess, except for you and my dad. Dad does it because he’s, well, Dad. I think you only do it to annoy me. Yes Yes, you don’t have the same emotions as me, but the end result is the same. For all your talk of being dispassionate, there’s a rebellious streak in you. You’re here now, aren’t you?
By Duskshadows3 years ago in Fiction
The Holiest of Ponds
The world looked different than in the previous Vision. Myrmadon had stabilised and most of the visible damage from the previous upheavals had been erased. The sun shone brighter than before, and somehow made the planet seem more green than blue. There were two huge landmasses, connected by a narrow strip of land, that took up most of a hemisphere. The other half was a massive ocean. This was a very different world.
By Duskshadows3 years ago in Fiction
The Bull runs Lucy down
Over and over again, my death replayed itself in my mind. Leaping up and grabbing the edge of the Crishat hovercraft. Throwing the grenade in. That sense of peace enveloping me as I let go. A fleeting sense of regret as I heard Susan’s scream. The fireball engulfing me. And then, and then, nothing. Again and again. The Leap. The toss. The fall. The scream. The fire. The nothingness. Why won’t it stop? Why won’t it stop?
By Duskshadows3 years ago in Fiction
The Old Gods rise
As if steeling herself for an unwelcome task, the Seer straightened her back and sat stiffly. She reached to a table next to her and opened a small, ornate box. She pulled out a dull, gray rock and placed it on her lap. It was aerilum, rare and a source of great power. The aerilum was about the size and shape of a drinking mug. The Seer was blind, her eyes covered with a milky film. She did not need them, she saw with a sight beyond sight.
By Duskshadows3 years ago in Fiction
A glimmer of hope from Mary Gold
The night sky was filled with beauty. Stars beyond count sparkled like precious stones in the sky. Despite the anxiety she felt, Susan paused and admired the sky. Thanks to light pollution, even at night most of the horizon would be glowing with thousands of electrical lights from civilization. Leaving most stars hidden or sadly diminished in the sky.
By Duskshadows3 years ago in Fiction
Musings about Inner Peace and New Worlds
Like every other aspiring writer, I had a story rejected. One of many, as is the case oh so often. This one doesn’t bruise the ego, it was a summer challenge, and it only took the first one to realize it’s more a lottery than a contest. I figured that going in, of course, I decided the practice and exposure were the priorities.
By Duskshadows3 years ago in Journal
The Visitor Arrives
In a time so far in the past years had no meaning. In a place where space itself choked with dust, there was finally light. An explosion of immeasurable power lit up the darkness, and seconds later a shock wave disturbed the dust that had drifted in passive contentment for eons. Darkness engulfed the dust once again. Millions of years passed as the dust gathered unto itself and formed a gaseous sphere that grew hotter and hotter, surrounded by a vast circle of dust larger than the eye or mind could grasp.
By Duskshadows3 years ago in Fiction
A brown box on a bed
“You’re an idiot.” Miguel said. Susan didn’t respond. She just kept staring into her steaming cup of hot chocolate. These days, this was a luxury item of the highest order. She did not know how Miguel got his hands on some, and she didn’t want her irritation to make her sound ungrateful. Instead, she took a slow sip and savored the exquisite taste.
By Duskshadows3 years ago in Fiction
The World of Myrmadon and it's peril
While all worlds are unique, the world of Myrmadon was perhaps in a category all its own. For years beyond counting, the Old Gods had watched, nurtured, and occasionally abused Myrmadon without contest. Many were there creations. Some mundane. Some beyond imagining. They ruled them all with equal tyranny. Cruel and capricious, the Old Gods were, and after eons they wanted a new race. A more advanced race that would worship them, and through their forced love and devotion, give the Old Gods even greater power.
By Duskshadows3 years ago in Fiction
Memories of Love, memories of chocolate cake
“Lucy!” I heard from behind me as I ran from the barn. I was running from that name as much as I was running from the woman they had sent me to dispatch. I knew my name was Lucy, I knew that was who I had been before the Gods claimed me and converted me to their service. They called themselves the CrishatakCrishatakCrishat, the humans called them the Crishat or the Shats, but to those of us who worshipped and served, they were the gods.
By Duskshadows3 years ago in Fiction