Lucy Herrero
Bio
Here for the readers and the writers who dream of magic, adventure, and the extraordinary.
Stories (7/0)
Strange Lands and Terrible Monsters
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Before, this was a sacred place where the streams, the trees, the very breeze that swayed the forest carried the essence of the Old Gods. But the Old Gods are gone, and the dragons are everywhere. I see them, perched on top the gigantic trees around me, camouflaged under the dense canopy of leaves overhead. Their yellow, glinting eyes are like beacons lighting my path. Searching. Watching. Waiting. They hide in the cover of shadows as I make my way through the forest.
By Lucy Herrero2 years ago in Fiction
Grief Comes in Two Parts
1 “Grief comes in two parts,” he said while tracing the edge of her index finger. They laid together in bed, her head on his shoulder, legs entwined, hands’ fingertips meeting. He always did this, trailing her hand with his own, leaving behind a map of his fingerprints on her skin.
By Lucy Herrero2 years ago in Fiction
The Cost of Dreaming
The door closed behind her with a definite thud, and she heard the man's footsteps as he climbed the stairs to the street. The breeze entered the room from the open window and stirred the meager bills he left behind by her table. She did not look at them, they would only remind her of what occurred moments ago. The ache in her body and the sickness in her heart were reminder enough.
By Lucy Herrero2 years ago in Fiction
A Moment of Weakness
I breathe evenly through my nose, taking care not to make a sound. The crimson velvet curtain before me has been my hiding place for the last hour, and as the night advances, I burrow deeper into the shadows. I live in the shadows. I become the shadows.
By Lucy Herrero2 years ago in Fiction
