Sarah Rosanna Busch
I am a writer, illustrator, and software developer. I'm here to exercise my writing skills through short stories of fiction, fantasy, and sci-fi. Learn more about me at sarahrosannabusch.ca
Kaida: Bahaha! Look at the expression that froze onto this one's stupid face! Her sisters soared over the scene, looking down at what was left of the dozen or so orcs now frozen to the Forest floor. Satisfied none had gotten away, they landed for a closer look.
Horde v. Hoard
Horde of Hounds The sun sparkled unusually bright and brassy as it began to set over the shimmering desert. Almost as if a piece of metallic confetti was dancing in front of it, catching the light. Orcs are too myopic to notice subtleties like that, though, so the horde marched on without giving it any thought whatsoever.
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. That's odd, you think to yourself as you walk by the old abandoned cabin on your way home. You stop to see what you can sense: The forest around you is calm and quiet; The daylight dims to dusk; The air is cool and dank with decomposition. All typical for spring.
This biography can be found on the book jacket of many tomes found throughout the Library of Lore. Though Temerity may struggle to carry but the simplest of tunes, few weave words as wonderfully as she. She has travelled far and wide, telling treasured tales of peasants and paupers as often as of adventurers and aristocrats. For this she was welcomed warmly when she showed up at the Library of Lore seeking to master the magic of musings and music. In just a few short years she has done much to further our cause, by adding her own stories to the bardic collective and by breathing new life into the ones she's learned from us here.
A Note on Dragons There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Most people still don't know that there are. Dragons traditionally keep their lairs way up in the highest peaks of the Mountain, higher than any bird can fly. They choose caverns whose entrances open out to sheer cliff faces, too steep for even goats to climb.
The Wrong Foot
I felt dirty as I walked out of the job interview. Did I just get played? The answers they wanted were clearly written all over their faces, so I gave them exactly what they were looking for. If they knew I was full of shit they didn't seem to mind. They hired me on the spot. Why did I accept? This job seems horrible. But the pay is better than I'd get anywhere else.