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decided to join the writing contest over at story.one
currently merely plotting/outlining the book, its probably going to be all vampires and werewolves and a church screaming murder and blood on marble and light through coloured glass
maybe a unicorn hunt and a biblically accurate angel called deniz but who knows
Eve's Broken Heart
“Hearts are made to be broken,” as once was said by Oscar Wilde. And Eve knows it all too well. When her relationship came to an end, she was left with broken pieces. Now she must find a way to mend them back into what’s had been her heart.
Discover the story of Eve in my new book "Eve's Broken Heart", coming out in September 2023.
Here you can find details from a book like the stories that are part of it and also other books that the author created.
A Fight Between Man and Orc
Thea had held her breath in as she watched the fighting scene before her. Both men were at a stalemate, blocking each other by their weapons. Gritting teeth and growling with frustration and anger. The familiar flames in his green eyes made her realize that Ka-E was living in the moment of battle. Where it was him or his foe. But the slight struggle to realize what was reality and what was in his head. Thea could only imagine him hearing cries of pain, angry shouts of men on either side of the battle. Just chaos happening all around him as he limps down the field to fight the next man. She didn’t know what to think in that moment. She feared of him getting hurt. But she also feared of losing him to reliving a harsh memory.
Her heart was racing, beating against her rib cage. Sweat forming in her palms while nervously clenching and unclenching onto her black cloak. What could she really do to help him? She knew nothing of weapons, or the ability to punch anyone. However, just standing there to watch as he fought off the human man with raging swings. Ka-E’s axe made a blow onto the sword the man carried, causing him to stumble back from how much strength there was behind it.
The orc gave out a slight grin when catching hesitation in the boy’s steps, but lost it when the human kept glancing back at Thea who stood behind him, away from the action. It was filled with worry and some disgust. Ka-E had figured what he must have thought. Those shifting eyes that told he was over thinking on what move he will have to take in order to take down the big, bad, scary orc. It was then that the orc himself calmed down from the rising temper he felt.
“Why do you fight, boy?” He asked, catching Thea and the human boy off guard as his voice low and deep was laced with curiousity. Her glowing eyes shined brighter. A wave of soft admiration washed over her body. There was a moment of silence from the young man. His wet matt of brown hair fell over his freckled face. A bead of sweat slide down his round cheeks. Ka-E had rolled his neck a bit, getting rid of the stiff joint in a pop. “I asked you a question. Why do you fight?” He asked once again.
The boy relaxed his shoulders, only a tiny amount. “I...I don’t know.” His brown eyes landed on Thea once again, as if trying to ask her a silent question. Though he knew Thea well at this point, and would not be paying any mind to the human man at all. She cared more of her friends and never anyone who attacks them for no reason. The boy was dishearten by having no response from her whatsoever. She held onto a tree, old with barks peeling away. Some crumbed under her hands rather quickly the more time she felt worried for the orc’s safety. Her hood up to hide her beautiful black curls as well as the blue dress that fitted her quiet well. She was waiting for him to fully answer. Sadness was brought into her eyes when he didn’t say anymore than that. She guess not everyone can be at peace with anyone that wasn’t human.
Ka-E had hummed, hardly convince that this was his truthful answer he recvived. “I will ask again.” Ka-e sheathed his axe away, showing him peace as he apporched him. The boy went more stiff, the sword now shielding his torso the closer the orc got. “Why do you fight?” The flames were still there in Ka-E’s eyes. He had purpose in them that made him want to fight. The boy figured he had no such thing in his own. Not much of a surprise since he never wanted to be a solider. Following the foot steps of his father and grandfather. And all his other ancestors before that.
Thea leaned forward, getting closer. She only stopped when an arm was raised putting her at a good distance from the human and her. Ka-E again waited. The boy eyeing Thea with some worrisome curiosity. Thea’s eyes getting brighter and brighter. There was a shift in the distance. Sounding as if something was growing. The boy had thought it might be her doing it on purpose to scare him. However, seeing her so unaware of it made him think otherwise. Very clear that she had eyes of a mage, that he can see. Magic. His thoughts low, turning away with troubled confusion. Always magic. Those words left a bitter taste on his tongue.
“I fight, because.....I have to.” He spoke out. His voice going soft as he finally dropped his sword. Thea had jumped slightly from the loud thud, now getting closer to the orc, examining him to find a few scratches on his arms. Nothing that was too terrible to fix. “I was told orcs, elves, and monsters were evil. Pa always told us horror stories from the 1,000 year war.” Ka-E was none too surprised by this. Humans always exaggerating everything about what happened. “And when I saw this lady, I thought you had held her hostage.” Thea sighed out at the false accusation.
“No. He’s helping me travel on my journel.” She confirmed to him, now standing beside the tall orc. Her voice resonated softly like a cat purring. Soft to listen to, but can get be scary if she allowed herself to be angered.
“To where?” He asked her. Ka-E shook his head at him as Thea bowed her head to keep from sharing that information. “I see. Never scary, but every trustful of strangers.” A sarcastic comment that made Thea send him a glare. One that she was not use to sending to other people, but had no problem doing so when someone spoke ill to Ka-E.
Ka-E managed to stop her before she could say anything else to him. Moving before her to block the image of the young boy. Her eyes gave off a warm glow when seeing his eyes of assurance. “Let’s go, lass. He’s none of our concern.” He guided her to the opposite direction that they were suppose to go. She knew better than to question him why they were going the wrong way. Ka-E looked over his shoulders, the boy still standing there watching them carefully as if he would get the answers right away. “We’ll lose him once we hit the next town. Till then, do not mention anything about where we are heading.” Thea nodded her head to him. Closing her thin pink lips as they walked down a hill to reach the road.
Ka-E had a feeling that this would not be the last he would see the boy. But he didn’t want to ponder on that at the moment.
"I still can't hear anything. Is there really anyone out there? It's getting lonely in this box...I don't know how to get out."
"Hello? Is anybody there? If there is...please just...knock or something. Thanks."
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"You have to leave," says Robin, her voice calm but tight. "Alex, you have to get out of the state right now."
Alex's eyes, half-hidden by the mail slot, narrow with confusion. "Is this some new form of booty-calling?"
"Something is coming," Robin blurts out. "I don't understand why it's coming for you, but I know it's my fault."
Robin’s fingers became suddenly arthritic as she gingerly pressed the doorbell.
“Hi Robin,” he said in a voice like smoke behind the copper door.
“I think we’ll talk through the mail slot,” She said through the narrow opening, her speech like spun cotton candy.
He knelt down to be parallel with her drunken eyes, “a bit unorthodox.”
The secret Robin harbored clawed up her throat with jagged fingernails to be confessed.
