Kenna MacAsmonde
Bio
Christian. Writer. Aspiring polyglot. Random. A little odd, perhaps.
Twitter: @kennamacasmonde
Stories (9/0)
The Pond
Lucy stared down into the tiny pond, her reflection distorted by the ripples caused by her tears. This was her pond. She always came here when she needed to get away. She could talk here. Her reflection in the water always listened, and never interrupted her, or talked down to her, or told her to shut up.
By Kenna MacAsmonde11 months ago in Fiction
The Butcher Shop
Vayr drove the small cart through the city streets, Shin Chen beside him on the seat. The innkeeper, their current employer and hostess, had asked them to pick up her order at the butcher's. She had offered them a map, but Vayr politely declined. He had been to the butcher's shop only once before, but he had no trouble finding it again.
By Kenna MacAsmonde2 years ago in Fiction
Fire and Dust
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Ryden froze when he saw the light flickering in the cabin window. He passed the cabin nearly every day. He knew it was empty. No one had lived there since long before he had first found the place.
By Kenna MacAsmonde2 years ago in Fiction
The Nightmare
Shin Chen’s eyes roamed the battlefield. Or what had been the battlefield, but was now an open-air grave. Bodies from both armies littered the muddy ground. The setting sun reflected off the few pieces of armour that weren't covered in mud or blood.
By Kenna MacAsmonde2 years ago in Fiction
Paper Boat
I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry.” He knew no one could hear him. But he said the words anyway. Ryder stood on the shore, facing the water. The coming wave was not visible, not yet. But he could feel it. And there was no way he could stop it.
By Kenna MacAsmonde2 years ago in Fiction
