E.B. Mahoney
Bio
Aspiring author, artist, and sleep deprived student. Based in Australia, E.B. Mahoney enjoys climbing trees, playing a real-world version of a fictional sport, and writing in the scant spare time she has left.
Stories (51/0)
Above Desolation
There was no hope now. And no turning back. We had come all this way for nothing. A nothingness. My finger nails dig into my palms. If blood were to be drawn I would not find it surprising. But I would not care. Chargrind perched, wings splayed behind me, his copper scales luminescent in the dusk. The only friend I have left. They fought and lost. The battle had raged on for an age. To be the last living souls is an odd sensation. That sense of loss, but also of suspension. Detached. It has not yet sunk in.
By E.B. Mahoney3 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon
When the old dragon was angry, everyone was best off getting out of his way. The dragon was a stallion of many years, dark as night, mane and tail as untamed as the wind. In better years he had roamed the fields among the mares of the Outlier settlement known by its people as Guldrith. However, in recent months the old dragon had become a hazard, striking at the unwary, going against his strict training, seeking out the geldings in their yards, and biting them over the fence when they wandered too close.
By E.B. Mahoney3 years ago in Fiction