Day 21 - Skull
Lucian Basken stood among the misty fields, his long black coat blowing with the cold winds. The lanky hyena-like man stared into the mist, dozens of battles dancing before his silver eyes while the souls of fallen warriors claimed for mercy. A growl...
A troll after my own heart
A dim light. That was all I had in these abandoned hallways. Relics of a time long past, but still holding strong to the present. These were no natural formed passages either, its angles were too sharp, the stone too smooth, and its constant...
Day 19 - Sweater
The pattering of the rain on the tin roof filled the room, cold chill of the air seeping into my bones. The stark gray light of the day passed through the windows and cast a grim glow over everything. Faded pink walls were decorated with pictures of...
Doubt
Ana had imagined many things when she thought of her thirties. She had conjured images of herself as a hotshot executive or an cutting edge researcher. When the mood struck her she had thought of meeting the love of her life and marrying him in his...
Day 12: Weapon
The clack of wood rang in my ears, the shock traveling through my arms up to my shoulders. A grunt left my mouth as I pushed more of my weight on my stick. Impassive green eyes met mine, judging me with coldness. I jumped back, tusks bared. Blood...
Day 10 - Storm
Wumanok grunted in his hammock in his hammock when he a cold emptiness settled in his old wounds. For the old orc, the moods of his wounds were like family to him, inconvenient but helpful at times. The sigh of relief that left him a few seconds later...
Day 23 - Fear
I stared at the enveloped on top of my wooden desk, cold sweat running down my back. It was such a simple thing, like the hundreds I received every year and yet, the sight of those elegant black letters, the curves that signature took on the edges of...
Dream Festival
Daniela woke up with a smile of her face. Her little body leaving the bed with a jump, before she flew to the bathroom with a chorus of steps. The automatic door opened with a soft hiss, the sterile gray metal hidden behind a swarm of colorful...
Day 13 - Hobby
Green fingers danced upon the black surface, pushing down the strings of the large mandolin. Melancholic notes filled the air around the orc, his other hand striking the cords with controlled strength. Alone in the forest clearing, with no one around...
Day 22 - Song
Einar let his fingers glide over the smooth surface, the black sheen of the organ bringing a smile between his tusks. A strong pressure settled on his chest as tears framed the bottom of his eyes. The copper skinned orc let out a breath he didn't know...
Monster May Day 5 and 6: Kobold and Dragonborn
Draken breathed a ring of fire to the air as he read the letter once more, anger made his blood boil while his claws scratched the wood of his desk. Smoke shot out of his nose as he bit back a growl but he was too late to stop his tail from beating the...
Monster May 2020 Stories: Days 1-16
# Day 1: Orc I have heard many stories of first times that were filled with happiness and a sense of accomplishment, I have seen my share of trideos following that trope too, perhaps that's why I thought that was the way it would go with me too, that...