By Lauren RabalaisWeb Content Contributor The content of this chapter contains violence. Chapter Twelve: Bloody Thou Art. Photo by Lauren Rabalais. Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end. Shame serves thy life and doth thy death attend.— William Shakespeare Before he or Ashtad could do anything, a loud bang resounded throughout the room, followed by a feminine shriek. His mind was fuzzy as he looked around. He heard a […]
By Lauren RabalaisWeb Content Contributor Chapter Seven: Beware, for I am Fearless. Image by Lauren Ratalais. Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.—Mary Shelley Alphonse sat at his study desk, paper and writing utensil at the ready, while Ashtad sat with his legs crossed on top of his dresser, looming over him in a very cat-like manner. He found the demon’s sitting habits quite unsettling. “There are other chairs […]
By Lauren RabalaisWeb Content Contributor Chapter Five: The Loneliest Moment. Image by Lauren Rabalais. “The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.”— F. Scott Fitzgerald Prince Alphonse watched from the carriage window as the horses slowed their gait to a walk. He always thought the air beyond the castle walls would be fresh and […]
By Lauren RabalaisWeb Content Contributor Chapter Three: The Day the Sun Died. Image by Lauren Rabalais “How good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men— even if there are monsters in it.” ― Bram Stoker King Harold sighed as he dragged himself into his bed chambers and toppled onto the bed, not even bothering to remove his shoes. His forearms ached and his beard was damp with sweat. […]
By Lauren RabalaisWeb Content Contributor Chapter One: An Instrument of Vengeance. Image by Lauren Rabalais. “We are all children of blood and bone. All instruments of vengeance and virtue.”–Tomi Adeyemi It was a surprisingly peaceful night for a séance. He had studied this ritual for weeks, and only tonight did the fleeting full moon wait for him— he had to do this now. The brass grandfather clock ticked steadily—impatiently— urging […]
By Brandi MitchellWeb Content Contributor I feel confident that you all read my last article, picked up a copy of either “Firefly Lane” or “When Breath Becomes Air” and read late into the night, neglecting any and all responsibilities until you reached the bittersweet end. Yes, I do live in a fantasy world where the whole world and my boyfriend have read a “chapter book” more recently than third grade. […]
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