Mordie Locke
Stories (2/0)
The Myling
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Henrik usually didn't go close to the place when he went on these hunting trips. As an urban explorer, he feared no building. No broken down, dilapidated church. No creaky house with rotten floorboards. Henrik's subscribers had begged him to go to this cabin ever since he'd first found it. But something had always made him hesitate.
By Mordie Locke2 years ago in Fiction
My Fault
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. But now there are. And it's all my fault. I really didn't mean to. I didn't know what I was doing. My friend, Thomas, and I had always played in those ruins. Ever since we were little. It had always been the same. The carved walls had no meaning to a little boy and a little girl who couldn't read the symbols. We made up what the letters said, creating prophecies, warnings of doom and promises of glory, to fit into our little games. I'd always been the princess, and he'd always been the knight. We were there every day, after our work was done, and the sun was still in the sky. The broken towers, empty halls, and abandoned passageways made up our castle. Adults were always afraid of the place. But not Thomas and me.
By Mordie Locke2 years ago in Fiction