S. E. Schneider
Bio
Writing fantasy since 250 BC!
Stories (7/0)
A Wall's History
If walls could talk... I was sand once. I was bone in the leg of a magnificent beast long since passed, and I am the weathered chips of fallen mountains reaching for the sky. I have known the touch of rain and fire, the brush of wind and feathers. I have tumbled and compacted, eroded and compiled. I am eternal and changing, forever present in some form or another.
By S. E. Schneiderabout a year ago in Fiction
A Mother's Love
When I look in the mirror I see a broken woman. A woman with unforgiving scars that curve around her wrists and ankles, waist and neck; courtesy of an unforgiving life. A woman whose belly sags from the bearing of a child that now lays at her feet, stranded on the cold floor. I see that child’s eyes, swollen from crying, its face, beet red with screams, and its golden curls, mocking me in their likeness to the father whom I did not choose.
By S. E. Schneiderabout a year ago in Fiction
The Shepherd
Wide-of-Wing is my name, and all who see me tremble. My lungs are of fire, and my skin of ash. I am shepherd of the mountain, stirrer of The Blood. Since the last Great Hatching I have watched over the flock and they have grown strong under my careful eye. When the scent of the mountain’s smoke called my brethren home and hatchlings rose from the fires, the feeding would be plenty.
By S. E. Schneider2 years ago in Fiction