Ruth Ann Reason
Bio
Just a gal who spends more time in fictional worlds than the real one. Hoping to create my own fictional world one day.
Stories (7/0)
sunrise
the climb is grueling to see another sunrise it is worth the pain
By Ruth Ann Reasonabout a year ago in Poets
the summit
life is a mountain the climb is unforgiving i ache to summit
By Ruth Ann Reasonabout a year ago in Poets
The Heart's Vengeance
It was the wailing that woke Obitus from his slumber. It was too far off for most to detect, but he was a dragon, and so his hearing–as well as his other senses–were heightened compared to many other creatures that haunted the Winderwood. It sounded like a very young voice, much in despair, located somewhere to the south of his thunder’s lair. It didn’t sound like it would make much more than a snack for himself or one of his family, but still he dragged himself up and stretched his wings anyway, taking flight to follow the cries of the little beast.
By Ruth Ann Reasonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last of the Winstons
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. This wouldn’t have been troubling, except for the fact that Jacob was the last of the Winston family. The sixty-three acres of land his family owned in southern New Hampshire had sat empty–except for him, the manor house he grew up in, and the abandoned cabin in the woods–for the last six years since his Pa passed away. He should be well and truly alone on the property.
By Ruth Ann Reason2 years ago in Horror
Billows and Flame
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. For centuries, the Valley was the home of my people. It was the Kingdom of Vernara’s stronghold, where the humble capital, Fons, and its people made a good living off of the lush farmlands the Valley provided. The Kingdom of Vernara was a small one, but a mighty one, too. My family have lived and ruled here since the kingdom and its capital were founded many years ago. I can name all of the families who reside in Fons, what their relationships are to one another, and what each of them sells in the market. I have grown up alongside their children, purchased their wares from the stalls in town, sat at my parents’ side in the receiving hall of our castle as they brought their worries to us, and one day, I will be their queen. I love my kingdom, and I love its citizens. Even if it were not my duty, I could not imagine a life more well-lived than serving these people.
By Ruth Ann Reason2 years ago in Fiction
