Taylor Westwood
Bio
A day dreamer and adventurer finally writing and exploring all her ideas. Lover of sci-fi and fantasy.
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Stories (12/0)
Soul Chariot
Steady beeping woke me slowly from sleep. It didn’t alarm me, nor did it annoy me. It simply beeped to a steady rhythm that had my consciousness rising. I didn’t want to wake up yet though. Eyes heavy and muscles aching, all I wanted was to roll over and get another twenty minutes.
By Taylor Westwood2 years ago in Fiction
Scales of Blood
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Or so the legends say. As Nyla stood in the middle of the chaotic arena - the stench of smoke stinging her nostrils, her eyes stuck on the blood seeping from her father’s lifeless body - her mind caught on the opening line to their most famous legend.
By Taylor Westwood2 years ago in Fiction
The Lonely God
Hurtling through the cosmos, worlds whirling by as I passed galaxy after galaxy, I wondered what was wrong with me. There was nothing wrong with me though. I was perfect. I was a god. An almighty creature capable of creating entire galaxies. Capable of ripping through the fabric of the universe to reach another.
By Taylor Westwood3 years ago in Fiction
Music is my muse
Writing is my first love. Music is my forever love. This thought came to me while listening to one of my absolute favorite pieces by Ludovico Eunadi. It’s a popular composition and one that will forever soothe my soul. Nuvole Bianche. As soon as the first stroke of keys played through the speakers of my laptop, my fingers hovered over the keyboard.
By Taylor Westwood3 years ago in Beat
Improper Mage - Ch 5
Lady Monroe and her daughters were ecstatic during the carriage ride home. Pride filled her that each daughter found potential matches. Liana feigned happiness for her mother’s sake and to not drag anyone else down with her. All she could think about though was her secret and unexpected meeting with the king.
By Taylor Westwood3 years ago in Fiction
Twenty-six Years
All it took was one look and I nearly lost all control of my animalistic nature. The moment she looked into my eyes for the first time, I knew I’d never be the same. But my life had already been changing, so much so that I hardly recognized myself. It had been twenty-six years since I first caught her scent. Twenty-six years since I began to shed the layers of solitude I’d wrapped around myself like a shell to protect me from this cruel world.
By Taylor Westwood3 years ago in Fiction
Improper Mage - Ch 4
The Monroe sisters were the talk of the ball by the end of the night. Hannah and Charlotte danced with their preferred matches many times while Liana tried her best to repair the damage she caused and make a good impression on all the available mage suitors. The mage community flittered with talks of marriage for the three sisters. Most of all, gossip centered around Liana. This time though, it focused on how well she performed.
By Taylor Westwood3 years ago in Fiction
Improper Mage - Ch 3
Liana attempted to escape the ball and find a quiet corner to hide in. Before she could though, someone approached her. “Excuse me, miss. May I introduce myself?” the man asked formally with a slight bow of the head. Liana gave him a respectful nod back.
By Taylor Westwood3 years ago in Fiction
Improper Mage - Ch 2
A long line of carriages waited along the drive to Sancta Vallis Castle, named for the capital city it resided in, stood imposingly at the point of the valley their city was protected by. Constructed of grey stone and pointed spires atop each of the many towers, the castle had been created from the image of power. Grand and sturdy, the castle stood for many centuries as a symbol of solidarity among the races of Triaedian.
By Taylor Westwood3 years ago in Fiction
The Friendly House Spirit
The spirit woke slowly, coming out of a deep slumber that lasted longer and longer each time it fell asleep. It had been worsening over the last year, this incessant need to rest. There was nothing to recover from though considering the spirit was bored beyond measure and did nothing each day. Its only desire was to host a family again. It craved life. Craved a family to watch over.
By Taylor Westwood3 years ago in Fiction
Improper Mage
Liana Monroe sat upon a wooden stool in front of a sunny window in her sister’s room reading a thick and heavy tome. Leather bindings frayed at the edges which were older than any relative she recalled having owned this book. The pages were worn from use, but the words were no less easy to read because of it.
By Taylor Westwood3 years ago in Fiction
What Happened to the Witch That Saved the World
Scarred hands shook with nerves as they reached for the clothespins securing the white bed sheet to the line. The sleeves of her tunic slid down revealing more scars ringed around her wrists from where shackles used to tear into her skin. They matched the marks around her ankles as well which she kept covered with stockings.
By Taylor Westwood3 years ago in Fiction
