Hi! I'm a Fantasy Writer with deep interest in Politics, Economics, Religion and Philosophy, all of which I try to include within my writing to give a unique way to look at the world around us through the lens of another world. Enjoy!
God's Demand Change
Isham stood from the alter he had just prayed and looked around the back chamber of the temple. When he’d come in he’d been followed by the usual priestly procession, but he’d made a great effort to be the last of those to linger in the temple today.
Marayva strolled along the edge of the swamp with her back straight and her head held high. She knew that they would be watching through the crows, skunks, and other creatures that favored the night bond. In truth, she found that she drew a lot of pleasure from them watching her defiance. A thrill ran up her spine as she crested the last hill and saw where the three unlikely pieces of nature met.
Mycaelus' body stood, it's natural golden hue glowing against the setting sun. It was a beautiful backdrop to grace the grisly scene of the dead whose strewn parts rest stop the dusty, desert plateau. Across from him stood a figure with deep red skin, a cruel and mischievous smile on his face. The two were both covered in bruises, blood, cuts, burns, and a litany of other forms of damage. Neither of the two showed it.
An Offering Beyond Blood
Laura raised the mug to her lips and sipped slowly, savoring the chocolaty flavor as it washed over her tongue and filled her nostrils with the scent of milk and hot chocolate mix that was probably more sugar than coco. She lay on her old, worn, but still quite loved couch. The cushions had the occasional patch, and most of the embroidery had faded by this point, but the stuffing was still body devouring whenever she laid down for a cat nap and the red had only faded a little bit into a darker red. Today had been wonderful. The sun was coming through her front windows, bathing her with light, and making it the perfect day off for what would have otherwise been a cold and unhappy day.