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We Are All Made of Stars

Breda knelt over the pond, ax in hand, her shattered shield discarded. She felt weary to the bone, her muscles on fire and pain coursing through her as she fought for breath. Too tired to cry, she simply stared into the water, noting how it reflected the nighttime sky. Stars laced the calm surface, turning it into a glittering veil. She managed a smile that pained her more than she’d like to admit as she wondered if she c...

DarkSide

The Vikings Are Coming

Beci had heard tales. She hoped they were true.

The ninth century was a time of uncertainty for many people that had settled on the East coast of Britannia. There seemed to be nowhere to hide from the recent raids that saw villages destroyed, men killed, women raped, and for no apparent reason other than greed and wealth. Monasteries were laid bare and monks watched helplessly as the horned invaders made off with their riches. It was written, that the longships would p...

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Trust Chapter 6a

His world changed the moment he entered her.

Iona honestly felt that she had done nothing wrong. Regardless, she did feel a tremendous amount of guilt eating away at her. Not only had she seen this man of darkness a total of three times now, she also was relieved that he had managed to not lose his life. She had no idea why he was still in the vicinity. Theirs was more or less just a meeting of the eyes, for her a simple fascination—a witnessed anomaly of sorts. How...

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The Shieldmaidens Part 1

Hilde and her friend sets out to conquer the world.

The snow and sleet bit into my face as I circled Sigrid. She was hunkered down in a defensive position, her shield covering her chest and only her eyes were visible. She held her sword to the side and as she waited for me to attack she winked.“Hilde, stop messing around, and do something,” said Rolf, our instructor.He was a big man, broad shoulders, tall and with thighs like tree trunks. He stood a few feet from us togeth...

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From the Mists

A viking woman waits in anticipation for the return of her lover after the summer raids.

The morning air was heavy and thick with mist. Tendrils of the morning fog wrapped its fingers around the trunks and branches of trees, engulfing the leaves in its mouth, pressing the rest of its massive body against the rippling waters of the fjord. There was nothing to be seen but gray. The world felt infinitely suspended. As if the Gods were playing with time. The birds in the trees remained still and silent knowing it...