Shelie Collins
Bio
Mother, teacher, reader, adventure-lover, and dog mom
Stories (2/0)
Butterfly
When I was a child we moved around a lot. I used to joke that whenever my dad wanted to go on vacation we moved instead. As a young girl, the constant upheaval and having to leave all of our things and people constantly really took a toll on me. It would be difficult for me to sleep in any of the new places we lived. My mom's sister would sing to me to get me to sleep and the song was about a butterfly that would constantly roam. Often times for the first couple of weeks after we moved, my mom would have to call my aunt to sing to me over the phone so that I could have that feeling of home.
By Shelie Collins3 years ago in Humans
Amethyst
The village was quiet while the dry desert wind blanketed everything in a layer of coarse red dust. No lights were visible anywhere for fear of drawing the attention of the ruler’s henchmen. Everyone knew this night the prophecy was to be fulfilled, but no one knew where or by whom and that had everyone on edge. In the last week the ruler supreme had been rounding up all pregnant women and killing them in front of their families. The cries mixed with blood ran rampant through the land. It didn’t used to be this way in Calla. The land was once rich and fertile with verdant fields and amethyst mines that powered the entire country. Visitors would come from distant lands to trade and experience the utopia that only Calla could provide. That was until the ruler supreme came to power. Once a visitor in the land, he vowed to destroy the peaceful country and replace it with a kingdom of terror unlike the world had ever seen. With his army of evil knights and sorcerers, the supreme ruler overthrew the country and killed the Aura of Calla. He then set out to destroy all of the Amethyst mines and enslaved the people, making them solely dependent on him for everything. He even tried to destroy the Aura’s locket that contained the lifeblood of Calla, but the enchantment was too strong for even his vilest sorcerer’s to break. So, he had the locket encased in a protected display that sat in his throne room as a reminder to all that he was indeed the supreme ruler.
By Shelie Collins3 years ago in Fiction