John Markham
Bio
I’m an amateur at writing. I began writing fiction/fantasy as well as poetry as a teenager.
My current stories are about a wizard from Earth named Draco Moonbeam on a clandestine mission in the White Kingdom on the planet Gaia.
Stories (43/0)
The Continuing Adventures of Draco Moonbeam
Ava voiced her ideas about a plan to escape. And Draco signaled his approval or disapproval of the various ideas through his silent gestures and facial expressions. Ava continued various ideas until Draco gave enough satisfactory responses that it felt relatively complete and doable.
By John Markhamabout a year ago in Fiction
The Continuing Adventures of Draco Moonbeam
Well, it didn’t happen as Draco Moonbeam had expected. The werewolves and vampires actually did nothing that night. Draco and Brother Wenton had fully anticipated some kind of attack. Draco had set up some defenses. He had even tried to formulate a plan where he would attack them instead, but there were too many unknown variables. The only thing he could think of was to force action in the daylight outdoors to minimize the enemies’ abilities.
By John Markhamabout a year ago in Fiction
The Continuing Adventures of Draco Moonbeam
The room in the back of the rectory was small and very spartan. It was barely large enough to fit a small cot, a desk, and a small table. There was an oil lamp and a small glass window for illumination and pegs on the wall near the door for clothing and vestments. The small square window had basic curtains for privacy.
By John Markhamabout a year ago in Fiction
The Continuing Adventures of Draco Moonbeam
Draco left the following day. He exited the town on the road leading west. As the locals had stated, it was better to take a little extra time to go through High Church on his way to Voridia than to deal with bandits on the road. Not that he wasn't capable of defending himself, but rather he preferred to avoid further unexpected conflict.
By John Markhamabout a year ago in Fiction
The Continuing Adventures of Draco Moonbeam
Draco stayed at the inn a total of two days. Having arrived late in the morning, he rented a private room and slept for a couple of hours. It helped calm the pounding headache of the insomnia, the poisoned stew, and Anda’s heavy club.
By John Markhamabout a year ago in Fiction
