Sara Rolsen
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Stories (17/0)
The Price of Fire
There weren't always dragons in the Valley, but that was at least a decade before I was born. In those times, war had been constant. Our small village was ceaselessly being raided for supplies, young men to fight and women to abuse. Those who were too weak to fight were enslaved or worse. Slaughter was imminent.
By Sara Rolsen2 years ago in Fiction
Necromancy and Marigolds
Nadia was the third oldest in a family with nine children, eight girls and one boy. She was wedged right in between her sisters Lavender and Hestia in age. All of her siblings were different in both little and big ways, but they were all very close. This being said, there was perhaps no two closer than Nadia and Lavender.
By Sara Rolsen3 years ago in Fiction
Dust and Bruises
One week later, Deeny was on her way to The Kindred to meet Foxy for her first day of training. She had spent the past seven days trying to talk Rosie out of roping her into this. Rosie had assured her that if they got Otis out in time, she would not have to participate but she wanted her to train just in case. This new pressure combined with the ongoing task of completing the harness had her sleeping barely four hours a night and she dragged her feet with exhaustion and reluctance as she made her way to the tavern.
By Sara Rolsen3 years ago in Fiction
Magnus O'Leary
As Priscilla entered the dim light of the dingy shop, dust swirled up from every surface, drifted through the few rays of light that managed to pass through the grimy windows. At first she saw no one, but heard two voices arguing from the back. As she inched forward she began to hear the words exchanged between them. The first one was heated and aggressive.
By Sara Rolsen3 years ago in Fiction
The Neathersphere
"Alright," said Aradia, suddenly serious, "I suppose the obvious first question is how did we get here?" "Like we know we got here through that tear, but what is that thing? And how did it transport us here? And where is here?" Prism added borderline frantically.
By Sara Rolsen3 years ago in Fiction
Witches Heartbreak
Lavender loved to bake. She was the sweetest of her sisters and brother and they said that was why she had such a touch for it. She was currently working on a special treat for what she considered a very special man. Lavender and Micheal had been seeing each other for several months now and she felt he was getting very near to proposing. So, she was baking him his favorite, chocolate cake with chocolate icing.
By Sara Rolsen3 years ago in Fiction
A Knock in the Night
Deeny was just finishing up in her basement workshop. The rest of her family was asleep upstairs. She had worked into the wee hours of the morning. She rubbed her tired eyes and started to put away her tools. She had another meeting with Rosie bright and early to check on the progress of the harness that she had been working on for the past fortnight.
By Sara Rolsen3 years ago in Fiction
Priscilla and the Private Eye
It had been six weeks since Priscilla's father had gone missing and so far nothing had been discovered. Her mother was in a state and her home did not contain the usual sounds of her mother's laughter and her brothers playing. Even the servants had taken on a somber attitude.
By Sara Rolsen3 years ago in Fiction
The Golden Stallion
Percy Smythe was sixteen years old when his parents moved him onto Braselmire Farm. Of course, he did not wish to go but his dad was hired as a farmhand and his mother had gotten a position as a seamstress for the large family that owned the farm. The jobs had come just in time, after his dad had lost his job in the city, they had only had their mother's measly income from the dress factory to rely on. If they had been larger than a family of three, they would have starved.
By Sara Rolsen3 years ago in Fiction
The Wraiths and The Apothecary
The first thing Aradia was aware of was voices. They sounded like they were coming from a distance, like she was trying to listen to people standing at the other end of a long corridor. The next thing she was aware of was a terrible ache in her shoulders and neck. She tried to unstick her eyelids which seemed to be sealed shut by a thick layer of crust.
By Sara Rolsen3 years ago in Fiction
Constables Calling
Priscilla had always been a charismatic child. She was friendly with everyone, even strangers, which made her mother very nervous but also proud. Even before she could talk properly she would always say "hi!" to everyone she saw. As she grew up, she had taken to reading almost nonstop only stopping for meals and piano lessons. She was still friendly and kind but was happy enough to keep to herself. Her mother appreciated this independence, with four sons younger than Priscilla she had her hands full, and although Priscilla was happy to help her with them, her mother tried to allow her eldest to have her own freedom.
By Sara Rolsen3 years ago in Fiction