Fantasy
Chapter 22: The Bow String
The old crone, Shining Sun, had traveled to her family for Christmas and returned after the new year began. The children woke to see the smoke lofting into the air from her chimney. After nearly three weeks with no lessons, the children were stir crazy so they were eager to go back to school.
By Sheila L. Chingwa5 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 21: The Gifts
Christmas eve, Markus rose with a start. Wolves were howling through the woods. He quickly grabbed his gun and pulled on his pants quickly. He rushed through the house to the front door and squinted to peer through the darkness. He could see wolves darting back and forth playing in the snow. In the distance, he heard another howl ring through the trees and all the waiting wolves sat down on their haunches and waited. A moment later, a sled team was coming towards him. Along side the sled, he saw Ralph jogging along aside a dog sled. With a quick turn, he ran back into the house.
By Sheila L. Chingwa5 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 20: The Ash Tree
In the distance, Mary could see a form of a man emerge from the distance. As she watched the man approach, she could see that he was trudging along on snow shoes. As he neared closer, she could see Jack was coming for a visit. She smiled and called out to Markus.
By Sheila L. Chingwa5 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 19:
Markus stared at the empty seat at the table where Sarah sat. Days had passed and there was no news of her safety. Jack had assured that she was totally safe if Ralph took her to the Hovel. They boys were unusually silent as they picked at their roast beef dinner. The days with the crone seemed to challenge them for some odd reason and they sat silently considering the daily lesson. Markus scooted his chair back creating a loud noise with his chair.
By Sheila L. Chingwa5 years ago in Fiction
Relle and the Owl
As the dusk settles on The Southern Concession landscape, the ringing of supper bells and mothers’ voices calling to their children from day-long play that you can hear from miles away. Hearing all that chatter through her little sleepy town as Relle chopped away at the logs, stopping and wiping her brow and her auburn red hair blowing in the evening breeze before her stepmother, Vinaora called her in for supper…
By Chelsea Gamble5 years ago in Fiction
The Argo — The Shallow Tales Review
For a brief second, the sky resembled a slumbering monster rudely awakened. Its grey teeth, our ashen sky. Its hulking mass, our darkest afternoon, feeding on our fear and misery till all hope visible through the clouds was snuffed out.
By Faridah Giwa5 years ago in Fiction
Nighttime Wonders
Sarah stirred restlessly in her bed again. It was to be one of those nights again, is it? Her mind wouldn't allow her to get any rest, even though she was beyond exhausted. She wished she could lay back and close her eyes like her youngest daughter's favorite doll. And like she herself when she was a child.
By Shaunna Durity5 years ago in Fiction
