The suffocating silence
The pungency of perfume
The knowledge of his presence
As he walked into the room
The suffocating silence
Hey everyone, Okay, so here’s what is happening in the life of Shadow Summit. I currently have a terrible case of writers block (it’s a terrible disease for us writers isn’t it?) and also am suffering from constant tiredness. So yeah, you’ve been updated. 🙂 Okay so to try and fix this writers block, I started […]Read more "Let’s Talk: Update and Currently Reading"
Hi there! What’s up my friend? Is it the ceiling, sky, universe, multi-coloured balloons or maybe rainbows dotted with lollipops? Would you like to come and find a nice forest with a thick carpet of rich green grass? Perhaps we can put flowers in our hair, dip our feet in a cool stream and frolic […]Read more "A Letter to You"
Shifting Sands Chapter Seven Hasib had sensed the sandstorm coming, shortly before the billowing wall of sand had appeared. The breeze, which had been blowing gently since that afternoon, began to get stronger. It grew into a billowing wind, stirring up the sand around Hasib. Hasib knew that if he was caught in the open, […]Read more "Shifting Sands (Part Seven)"
Picture above by: DarK–MatteR Hey there everyone, So I haven’t written any more stories, or at least haven’t finished any chapters recently to post… (I’m literally so depressed about it). So instead I give you another filler Let’s Talk session. So it is currently winter in Australia and I am cold and miserable. I live […]Read more "Let’s Talk: Seasonal Feelings"
Ravel fell ungracefully from the saddle and almost rolled into the shrubs along the thin path. His horse started to panic, it’s hooves stomping the ground near Ravel’s head. Ravel rolled over once more, out of the stampeding horse hooves. Ravel cursed as several branches scratched his exposed forearms. His legs and stomach began to cool, as the mud dampened his clothes and moisture seeped through.
“Everyone okay?” Prynda called.
Battle. The clang of weapons resounded from the deck below and there were yells being called across the water. The pirates scrambled to try and find the archer, but as they looked yet another pirate was struck with an arrow. Mouse was enjoying this combat, since he could pick them off with no retaliation.
The rest of the group seemed to be in a less enjoyable mood however.Read more "The Mouse and The Unicorn King (Part Three)"