He dreamt of long, relaxed nights, of sleeping all day. He dreamt of creating beauty. He dreamt of green forests and waterfalls. He dreamt of being free.
There was nothing but desert. Rocks and sand as long as his eyes could see. Hard work all day. Burning sun. Dry air.
He jumped up on the tank driller once again, drove up the hill… (More)
An illustration practice. Here’s a little story, too, or at least some kind of description.
They stood at the edge of the canyon, watching the water below. The red sky felt comforting, as always, and their little house was waiting on top of the hill on the other side. The journey had been long, but they were finally home… (More)
Link Pt 1: The Moon Ball
Link Pt 2: The Moon Ball – The King’s desire
-We got him, your Majesty!
-And the ball?
-Here it is.
-Splendid. The King held the ball in the air, looked at it. -Make sure it doesn’t disappear again. And as for the thief… I want him executed in front of the castle tomorrow. People must see that the King is not to be stolen from.
The rebellion in the south was giving him quite a headache. This would send a message to the people.
The next day the square was full of people…
Another rock fell from the roof. The tunnel was shaking.
-So the time has come, said Bargan.
-We have to get out of here! His grandson Bilk was looking up the tunnel.
-There is no out of here. The tunnels and the halls are the world. Where would you go?
-There has to be some place somewhere. There has to be!
-The tunnels further down have already fallen. We knew the end was coming, even before the war. We’ve won, but the prophecy we cannot defeat. The world will fall. The tunnels will be destroyed. It is inevitable.
Bilk went home to his tent. He refused to accept there was no way. Yes, they could not fight the Fall, but they…
This story has been rewritten and republished, originally posted on fictionspawn.com August 5. 2017 as “Dragon’s Breath”. Some major changes have been made.
Ali and Migue had been walking through the forest clothed hills of the Chinese Xinjang province for days, up towards the mountains. The landscape was…
Link to part one.
I’m going on a journey, the old man said. Keep studying, I’ll soon be back.
Mirk nodded. His master slowly faded and disappeared.
For years he had been studying hard, though time worked differently here than back home. He had read so many books, calculated so many formulas. He’d learnt how to change little thing around him, make things appear out of nothing, duplicate, shrink and float in the air.
It was the first time he had the house for himself….