Meaghan Priest
Stories (9/0)
Starlight, Ch. 2
It was the middle of the day, and I was still slumped against the chair in the kitchen. I’d stayed up all night waiting for my father to come home because I didn’t want him to be locked out. He was a rambling drunk most of the time. He probably forgot what day it was. I was woken up by a pretty young woman shaking my shoulder. My shock was met with plenty of apologies.
By Meaghan Priest9 months ago in Fiction
Prologue
*Prologue* The sand was cold after the sun dipped down low in the sky, casting a gray haze over the desert. The sand had been creeping into my boots as I walked. I had not planned this trip well, my horse, St. Marge, was not accustomed to the desert. She stumbled and tripped in the sinking sand, and I decided to leave her in the port town with the rest of the weary travelers. I wanted to go on this trip alone.
By Meaghan Priest12 months ago in Fiction
Starlight, Ch. 1
Ch. 1: Evil on the Horizon Every morning, I follow the same routine. After I wake up and clean my face and change into my clothes, I braid my hair. It takes hours to braid, brush out and tidy up. Then I wrap that braid around my head, and wrap a purple scarf over it, so nobody could ever see my hard work, taming my unruly auburn hair. Mages never let anybody see their hair. A Mage takes great pride in their hair. They never cut it, starting on the day they decide to start practicing magic. For me, that day was the first day of my life.
By Meaghan Priest12 months ago in Fiction
Smoke Stories
She danced by the fire as the smoke twisted and twirled into her stories. Deer leaped and falcons soared, weeping willows swayed in the wind, waterfalls roared, and wildflowers bloomed, all a pale gray in the night sky, dissipating into the stars.
By Meaghan Priest12 months ago in Poets
When I was a Dragon
The night was creeping over the pine forest, crawling across the sky and drowning us in darkness. The humans have to light up the night sky, with torches and lamps and big bonfires to scare away the dark. Every human village that I fly over has a dim glow to it. We don't do that, light the night on fire. We embrace the darkness, and the peaceful quiet that it brings. The world gets dark, and we lay down to rest.
By Meaghan Priest2 years ago in Fiction
The Guild of Thieves
*Zanetti* They called her the Ghost’s Whisper. Her true name was Zanetti, and tonight she was sneaking by the Lijun, the criminal underworld of Ettenberg. They called her the Ghost’s Whisper because that’s what she was to the rest of the world, a whisper on the wind, and like a ghost she was never truly there, the only trace of her presence being a suspicion. Zanetti slipped out of the shadows and into the market of Lijun, wearing a mask of course. Her mask was white on top, with gold and black swirls at the bottom, creating a beautiful pattern. It was a risk to stand out at the Lijun, a risk she took knowing people feared her name, and the mask was a symbol of her name.
By Meaghan Priest2 years ago in Fiction
The Woods
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. You don’t go into the woods alone. The woods have secrets, dark and twisted, like the roots of a great oak. The woods are a living, breathing being. Like the wisps of dancing smoke from a fire, fleeting and fragile. The thing is, when there’s enough smoke, it’ll choke you, leaving you gasping for air while the fire catches up. The woods will do nothing less. They’ll trap you and choke you and leave you to rot while your bones stay with the woods forever.
By Meaghan Priest2 years ago in Fiction