M.A Rector
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Stories (23/0)
My Brother's Eulogy
# Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Every morning at six, the stoic mountains would release a bone shaking yawn. Every afternoon at three, the winds ran through the valley, carrying away doubt and regret in their cool tides. This land was the most reliable companion I ever had. It was always there for me until I wasn’t there for it. Now, it’s gone.
By M.A Rectorabout a year ago in Fiction
My Purpose
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Every afternoon, he would let her spend a few minutes here to look down at the world she would never be a part of. She watched as guards patrolled the fort and counted the footprints they left in the ever-present dusting of snow. She came up with stories for each guard as they passed her view. One guard was on his way to the market so that he could cook dinner or lunch for the employees. Another guard was heading out to his car so that he could fix a broken tire that was preventing him from using his gasoline. One guard, who she really enjoyed seeing, was on his way to visit her so that he could stand near her. Every day these guards walked the same routes, yet in the fifteen years that she had spent in this tower, they never did anything else. She was born pure, without sores, and that meant it was her responsibility to fuel the summer flame so that what was left of humanity could be protected by its power.
By M.A Rectorabout a year ago in Fiction
Gatherers
They then smiled and plucked an indiscriminately chosen blueberry.
By M.A Rectorabout a year ago in Poets
Happiness and Harmony
# Rachel and Vinny # As Vinny opened the door to his studio apartment, he was surprised to see two innocuous brown boxes at his feet. Normally he would pick up packages from the doorman of his building, so this was unusual. He looked around the hall and noticed that handfuls of small brown boxes were in front of every other door as well.
By M.A Rectorabout a year ago in Fiction
Draconic Prosperity
Chapter 1: During my regular morning patrol for this moon, I looked down and saw an unusual clearing in the forest floor. I signaled to Hynnaria, the scout leader, and then carefully made my way into the nearby thick to safely take on a more subtle shape. The art of shapeshifting was unique to dragonkin and while a young dragon pup like myself can’t don a perfect disguise, it would be enough to fool onlookers from a distance. Naturally, I felt much more vulnerable as a humanoid, unable to soar the skies, nor defend myself with fiery breath. The smaller form was significantly less cumbersome however, and in this case, a preferred form in the thick forest.
By M.A Rector2 years ago in Fiction