Short Stories
Written by: Kaylee Buckingham
Dragons of the Blood Moon
There weren’t always dragons in the valley, but when the blood moon rises and the sand dunes are at high tide every two hundred years, we prepare for when they swoop down from the sky and extinguish a hot suffering blaze upon the villages. Blacksmiths create fire-resistant metal for villagers to cover their huts with but leave us Dune Ryders on the sandy sea to defend for ourselves. We have fire resistant sails, but the wood of our ship doesn’t stand a chance
Deerstalkers
I wasn’t always the one being hunted. I used to be a hunter but after what I have witnessed. My minds eye finally opened instead of being strictly shut before I could think for myself. They fooled me, lied to me, tortured me and made me believe that what we were doing was honorable, for forty years of my life
