Wallace Barnett
Bio
Let's walk through the wardrobe of my imagination together. I love fantasy, fiction, and those stories that make the shadows in your room come to life. Come, let's go on an adventure. I'll bring you back, I promise.
Stories (3/0)
Alexandra’s Blue Rose
“Run princess! Run princess!” Sarah excitingly screaming at her friend as she was chasing. The princess’s blond hair fluttering in the wind as she laughs and scurries on the royal lawn. Sarah and Alexandra have been friends since birth. They were born on the same day, and Sarah’s mother is the queen’s handmaiden. The Queen was also not of royal blood, and struggled to adjust to life in a castle, and as a queen. She has Sarah’s grandmother to thank for mentoring her through it all. Sarah’s grandmother was the king’s mother’s handmaiden and sometimes advisor. She was a very wish woman and grew up in the streets of Aeru. Where she learned to read people and become exceptionally street smart. Sarah’s grandmother started working in the castle and the queen took a liking to her. That is how their line of women became the handmaidens of the queens who followed.
By Wallace Barnett11 days ago in Fiction
Wedding day
Her hands were painted with her sins, and blood was dripping from the fatal instruments of her deadly actions. Miranda's eyes filled with shock; the size of her pupils doubled as the scene in front of her came into focus. Anxiety shook her from the inside, fear, pain, and sadness boiled over the tears screaming the silent words coming out of her mouth.
By Wallace Barnett29 days ago in Fiction
Hope in the ashes
As the Eagle soar through the skies, a thick blanket of clouds covered the horrors beneath like a loving mother's hands on her child's eyes. The Eagle gently passed through the clouds , descending into the lower atmosphere. A dark gray color painted the earth below and puffs of smoke choked the air, the Eagle flew over the war zone that was splattered with blood and lifeless bodies. In the distance, The Eagle saw movement like an out-of-place puzzle piece, a pale-skinned boy was running towards something.
By Wallace Barnett29 days ago in Fiction
