Sara Splendore
Bio
-Fairytales, fiction, poetry… I have been telling stories since before I knew how to write them on paper.
-Just a fairy, pursuing her dreams until the end.
-I hope you love reading my stories as much as I enjoy writing them!
Stories (26/0)
Chapter 1
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. They had only made it their home when the toxins in the air became deadly, driving any surviving humans into the Three Cities. Standing at the top of the Valley, I can only hope that my father helped me make the right choice. Otherwise, this mask, these goggles, this sword, and the fate of humanity had been placed in the wrong hands. Please let this work, I think to myself as I turn the knob on my goggles to the setting that allows me to see the toxins swirling around. As I look at where I’m standing, I see the usual green strands that writhe through the air, marking the poison, yet as I look into the Valley, they seem to dissipate, as though the air down there is clean, which I was not anticipating.
By Sara Splendore 2 years ago in Fiction
Tales of Azuria
It’s not easy – being a god. Everyone thinks that you are born with all this power and the ability to use that power to torment mortals or to aid them… depending on your taste in entertainment, of course. But alas, it is not that simple. Gods are not born with power or ability. Just like mortals, we are simply born with potential. Whether or not we live up to it, well, that depends on the god.
By Sara Splendore 2 years ago in Fiction
Tales of Azuria
The firelight cast shadows through the forest, making it easier for Ellijah to sneak up on the group of travelers around it. She did not intend to hurt them, but she needed things. Money, food. A flask of mead would be nice. Water is refreshing, but the taste gets tiring. If everything went well tonight, she would be able to get what she needed and leave without having to worry.
By Sara Splendore 2 years ago in Fiction
Dream Keeper
Dreams are beautiful to watch when the humans are asleep. Trailing through the sky like blue and silver ribbons of soul and spark, they dance through the air the way that I too, enjoy dancing. Occasionally, if it feels right, I dance with the dreams. Weaving in and out of them, twirling down and up and around them, the silent whoosh of my feathers against the night air to keep me company. Taking care of these humans’ dreams is the most important duty I will ever have. Those of us owls that are assigned the position of Dream Keeper are truly the most fortunate.
By Sara Splendore 2 years ago in Fiction
Warren and the Plane
It was his first solo flight, and the plane was going down. Of course, the plane was going down. Why wouldn’t it be? It was just Warren’s luck. His grandpa had just finished fixing the Cessna 172 for him, just in time for this flight. So why wouldn’t he be about to break it? Now Warren was trying to wrack his brain for what his grandpa had taught him, for what could be causing the engine to stop on a freezing cold day, ten thousand feet above the ground. If he didn’t make it through this flight successfully, he wasn’t sure if he’d have the courage to follow his dream of becoming a pilot anymore. He knew he could switch his frequency to 121.5 and get help, but he wanted to do this on his own. No- he needed to.
By Sara Splendore 2 years ago in Fiction
Carrier of Souls
“Mama, tell me a story” a boy tugged on his mother’s hand. She laughed “Very well my child, but you must listen close, understand?” She then looked at him very seriously and said in a stern voice, “What I tell you now is how humans became one with their souls. And… Small one, this is the most true story you will have ever heard.” The boy looked up at his mom with huge eyes, and quickly sat on the floor, he gazed at her with the most focused expression he could muster, prepared to hold onto every last word.
By Sara Splendore 2 years ago in Fiction
Misfortune's Curse
Long ago, in the land of Plethora, there existed a headstone, a furniture showroom, a princess, and a salesman. Now you may find this a rather odd combination, however, it is only this combination that could create such a tale and impart such an important lesson. So, as we enter this story together do not be afraid, for a lesson learned from another is certainly a happy ending for someone, dear reader.
By Sara Splendore 2 years ago in Fiction
The Ghost of Mona-Lisa
Notice was a small town, full of rather odd but loveable individuals who all had a taste for mystery. It was in an area not many people traveled to, as it was hidden in a thick covering of trees and shrouded in mist that would often crawl its way through open doors or windows. Some say that the mist had wound its way through the souls of the people of Notice, making it easier for them to linger when they no longer belonged.
By Sara Splendore 2 years ago in Fiction
