Samantha Ferrer
Bio
New writer with an old soul wanting to explore and expand her creative side through writing.
Stories (3/0)
Thra
Thra, the planet with three moons and three suns. The planet that is said to be triangular in shape but no explanation to how that shape became to be or if the planet even rotates but what is sure is that it is flat. Seasonal climate changes are regular and include Winter, Summer, Autumn and Spring as it is on Earth. Thra is kept alive by the Crystal of Truth which strives off the Three Brothers(also known to be the three suns it orbits) by distributing it's energies throughout the Crystal veins that are disbursed throughout the entire planet. The energy was then converted into 'essence' that feeds the planets inhabitants and would be reclaimed upon the death to restart the cycle. One of the species on the Thra would then learn to utilize this to their advantage and grow power and essence hungry which in turn caused the planet to take on a Darkening that changed the inhabitants and drive them mad right before their death. Thra homed many cultures, such as the 7 clans of Gelflings, Seedlings, Thrushpogs, Vindles, Podlings, Fragors, Gruenaks, Skeksis, the Mystics, the Guardian of the Crystal, Aughra (who was created by Thra) and so many different types of wildlife, big and small, all of which play a major role in Thra. Though all are connected in one way or another, the Skeksis strived to rid Thra of any other culture aside themselves and would feed off the essence of each culture to maintain their health, youth and "live forever", or so they say. The victims of this would then become zombie like and serve the Skeksis or die.
By Samantha Ferrer3 years ago in Fiction
The Magic Pear Tree
It wasn't until just recently that I understood. I finally got why she would always tell me "no matter what, do NOT cut the Pear tree down". Her voice echoed in my head like a never ending ping pong tournament. As I stare out the window towards the back of the house, where the Pear tree had lived, I couldn't help but smile thinking that all this time, Mama had been right. By the time I've realized this, it was already too late.
By Samantha Ferrer3 years ago in Fiction