Nikky Affolder-Walker
Bio
I am a wife, a mother of 3, a pet mom & I have a B.A. in Psychology & Womens Studies. For many years I've put off my dream of writing to take care of my family & I'm grateful to have found Vocal. It's never too late to live your dream.
Stories (10/0)
Dust Warrior Chp 2
As she walked, she saw a few children playing in the street, doing a double take the second boy missed his mark on the ball he was trying to kick and fell. She glanced at them curiously as both stared at her with their mouths agape. Shaking her head at the oddness of children she continued. Passing the open-air market, she drew more stares and began to feel a bit uncomfortable as table after table grew silent at her approach. She wanted to stop and find out what was the matter but thought better of it and just picked up her pace. Finally reaching Tesven's door she set the bag down and knocked. She kept glancing nervously behind her, but no one was coming. Knocking again she heard a faint call-in answer. After a moment the door was opened by a tiny female wearing an apron and cap as if she had been cleaning. As she looked up at Nikawa her eyes bugged, and her mouth dropped open. After a moment of stunned silence, she turned and ran back into the house slamming the door in Nikawa's face. Shocked she stood there for a moment not sure what to do. The door reopened and this time it was Tesven that answered. Tesven gave her a sweeping look from head to toes and back up. He looked surprised, not just to see her, but at her appearance.
By Nikky Affolder-Walkera day ago in Fiction
Dust Warrior - Chapter 1
Nikawa Fleetfoot was excited to start this grand adventure of becoming a Dust Warrior. She had heard so many amazing stories and she wanted to be the subject of those stories. The honor and glory that would be given to her clan as a result was incredibly important to her. In the land of Ogawa, the Fleetfoot clan were not at the bottom of the social totem pole, but they also were far from the top. That kind of social climbing would benefit her clan in so many ways. Thinking of all the riches and glory to come she walks into the forest leaving a rather obvious trail with her large clunky boots. They weren't elegant, but they got her where she needed to go so, she wouldn't complain. She wondered though if perhaps her name should be Thunderfoot instead of Fleetfoot. Chuckling at her own jest she continued looking for the "dreaded" Wignow, honestly how difficult could it be to defeat the little puffball. Sure, she had little to no experience but some of the monsters she had heard about seemed silly and easily defeated. She felt confident in her abilities and in her desire to travel and get out of Ogawa. She not only wanted to bring honor to her clan, but she also longed for the ability to travel wherever she wanted and to have grand adventures like she used to read about Sagantha Woods from the Wild-Elf Woods series. It was amazing to think that she was finally on her way. Stopping for a moment she scanned her surroundings and wondered where in the world she would find a Wignow. As she walked, she noticed the forest becoming more dense and the light more dappled. Slowly it began to get truly dark as she traveled into the depths of the forest beneath great high Margo Monstera trees. They had large green leaves that had what appeared to be tears and holes in them, but it's just how the leaves grow. It isn't damage of any kind. Stopping she stared up at the nearest Margo Monstera and reached as high as she could to pluck a leaf and study it more closely. As she did, she heard a rustling in the underbrush ahead of her and stopped. Her eyes strained into the shadows trying to determine what might be lurking there. The rustling became louder followed by some grunts and Nikawa felt her heart begin to beat fast. Suddenly when she felt she could take it no longer a smallish green ball of leaves came flying out of the bush.
By Nikky Affolder-Walker14 days ago in Fiction
Around the Campfire
“The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window.” Miguel said with the flashlight beneath his chin. “Near the cabin lived a young woman and her dog. The woman was in her early 20s, she wore bright green boots and a jacket that made her think of grass growing in sunlight. She was a happy go lucky kind of girl with a sunny disposition. Then one fateful night it all changed when she saw a strange flicker in the trees.”
By Nikky Affolder-Walker2 months ago in Fiction
Ascension - Chapter 3
The longer time went on the more restless Izadora became. She felt she was wasting her life in this village. She wanted to know about her mother’s people. She wanted to know who her true father was. She was excited at the idea of leaving home, but also scared. She worried for her aunt and uncle. What might happen to them without her or if the villagers discovered her identity as a half-elf. That wouldn’t matter to them, they would only see elf and they would hate her. She had heard some of the hateful things said about elf-kind. She wondered how her mother had dealt with it. It hadn’t really affected her before. She thought it was small-minded pettiness, but it had not hit her in such a personal way until now. Stepping into the butcher shop for some venison steaks she noticed Widow Willowsmith and Madam Teasworth standing near the window gossiping. Izadora didn’t appear to be listening, but she was.
By Nikky Affolder-Walker2 months ago in Fiction
Ascension
For the next few days Izadora was quiet and was seen touching her necklace abstractedly. Calista could not help but worry, but Hagar insisted that they give her time. She continued to work at the smithy, she did her chores, and she did everything she was supposed to do, but she seemed withdrawn. One morning a few weeks later a stranger walked out of Izadora’s bedroom and went to the kitchen to have breakfast. Calista nearly dropped the bowl of hot porridge she had been holding when she saw her. She was Izadora obviously, but her elvish heritage was clear. Large blue eyes framed in dark lashes, shiny black curls cascaded down her back, her features were less rounded than before, and her ears were delicately pointed. She just stared at them quietly until Calista asked breathlessly, “What have you done? Where is your necklace?”
By Nikky Affolder-Walker2 months ago in Fiction
Ascension
There weren't always dragons in the valley. The first to show up was a smallish green beast with glittering golden eyes. When it came flying in it dove for the livestock and scared old man Gareth to death, quite literally. It couldn’t carry off one of the cattle, but the poor thing had to be put down due to the deep furrows the dragon’s claws had rent in its flesh. Circling back the dragon grabbed a large ram and flew west towards the sea as Missus Anderton came running out screaming for her husband. The appearance caused quite the commotion in our little village, and it was the catalyst that turned my world upside down and changed us all permanently.
By Nikky Affolder-Walker2 months ago in Fiction
