Goosebumps form on my skin as the cool morning breeze brushes it. My bare feet ache even as I try to manoeuvre my way through the woods without stepping on sharp twigs or stones.Read more "The Woods"
Ryllian Chronicles transmedia project has been launched!Read more "Let’s Talk: Project Launch!!"
In Memory of Zorro (2002 – 2017)Read more "A Girl’s Best Friend"
Her hands were wrinkled and dry as they twisted a fine red yarn around a willow hoop.Read more "The Dreamcatcher"
Most people look upon moving like it’s a step forward. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the case for Lacy Kisa.Read more "The Question of Forgiveness"
The Ryllian Army Short Story by: Shadow Summit You squeeze through the door of your local tavern and the smell of alcohol and stew, drifts through your senses. It has been a long day and despite all their feeble attempts, your fellow workers had been of little help. You still wonder if perhaps you’ll get […]Read more "The Ryllian Army"
Bright green eyes shone confidently under long dark lashes; narrowed pupils made them look almost cat-like.Read more "The Beast"
Dark, cold and musty, the only the sound in the room was that of deep, labored breathing. There was a rustling outside the room and then it paused as if waiting. The breathing in the room stopped and there was a moment of silence.Read more "The Prey"
Elenor felt a wave of nausea flow through her body once more as the antiseptic seeped into her wound. The smell was making her head throb and she bent over without realizing it.Read more "Lure of the Craton Mountains: Chapter Three"
The low clouds soon filled the forest with a spooky ambiance, making it difficult to see. The trees sighed around her, and the other forest sounds seemed to fade away.Read more "Lure of the Craton Mountains: Chapter Two"