There are so many stories to tell. My hope is that what I share with you inspires you to tell your own stories.
A gentle ripple Traverses the crystalline Mirror of the sky.
I moved to the country seven months ago to get away from the never-ending barrage of a noise and pollution that constantly assaults the senses. I had always wanted to move to the country, and after some years of saving, I did just that. I bought myself a small acreage with a log house, a barn and a chicken coop. I got myself some fine looking goats and chickens, and two large livestock guardian dogs.
The Shadow of the Southern Shore
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Now this is not going to be some silly ghost story to give you a fright before bedtime. No, what took place that night really happened. Even as I think about it, remembering the eeriness of what happened that night, my hairs stand on end, and feel the shiver running up my spine. Indeed, the only reason I tell you this story is so that it will serve as a warning. On the nights when the moon is high, and mist swirls and dances along the surface of the water, beware the soft cries that quietly carry over Francois Lake.
The Drakin Guardian
Chapter 1 - Birth There weren’t always dragons in the valley. But the bone chilling winds, which swept over the jagged, white peaks of the Fangmounts, were shifting and changing. This wind, the Breath of Izestrom, swept over the great snow cornice—a dangerous, overhanging ledge—of the tallest peak, The Ancients’ Throne, where it was said that The Ancients, the first eight dragons, greatest among their kind, had held council in the distant past.