Kelly Belmont
Bio
I have been writing for more than 20 years. Fantasy, Mystery, Romance, Children's, YA, Adult. I've dabbled in a bit of everything. My daily life is spent as a wife and training coordinator for a finacial institution.
Stories (9/0)
The Stone of Virtue: Part 4
The pain came first, searing, burning, and pounding right between her eyes. Then noise, first a ringing in her ears, then muffled as if under water, finally load and clear. It was the forest—the chirping of birds, the buzzing of insects, and someone calling her name.
By Kelly Belmont2 months ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in The Aquarium Challenge
Watching Runner-Up in The Aquarium Challenge
Elias stares at the ground as he walks. He always has. Everyone tells him not to. Not only is it bad for his posture, but it's dangerous. He is constantly running into people and things. Just now, he would have walked into traffic if a car hadn't honked at him. I'd like to say I would have grabbed him before that happened, but I know I can't do that. I can't get that close, no matter how much I want to.
By Kelly Belmont2 months ago in Fiction
- Second Place in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge
Ember and SkySecond Place in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge
The smell reached her first. It wasn’t her kind, nor was it Elven or Dwarf. She’d smelled this scent only a few times before; the first time was long ago when her dam taught her to hunt and track. They’d come across a wide trail that cut through a lush pine thicket. Her dam stilled her before she could move forward into the clearing.
By Kelly Belmont3 months ago in Fiction
The Stone of Virtue Part 2
The afternoon sun beamed down from a cloudless sky. Rose seethed as a trickle of sweat met the fresh stripe on her back. Leon’s whip had flown the moment they’d left Fowler’s sight. When Leon’s arm grew tired, she was sent to tend the field as he fetched new eggs himself. Though the heat of the day inclined Rose to pull back her long red hair, she left it loose. Her eyes burned and nose ran from crying, she’d rather boil than let them know they’d affected her so.
By Kelly Belmont3 months ago in Fiction
The Stone of Virtue
The sun peeked over the horizon as Rose made her way into town. Morning dew clung to the grass, but already the scent of warm earth hung in the air. She passed people here and there, some collecting eggs from rickety coops, others trying not to slosh buckets of milk on the ground before getting them inside. No one spoke or offered so much as a nod in her direction.
By Kelly Belmont4 months ago in Fiction
