War of the Riders

Hey, chapter 8 Will be up soon. I have to schedule my posts due to internet difficulties and a lack of trust in my phone to post anything. If you can't wait, you can read it on Wattpad: http://my.w.tt/UiNb/HYj40XBtJz Thanks and I look forward to posting more.


Chapter Seven: Still

I woke with a groan and found cuffs on my wrists, chaining me to the floor. I pulled on the chains as I became fully alert and aware. One of the three magi stood in front of me, his hands together in a shape to focus his mind. The glyph around me, I realized, pulsed.…Read more Chapter Seven: Still

Chapter Six: Choices and Consequences

I stared at the ceiling. The clock on the table between mine and Nina's bed showed the time to be somewhere around midnight. I hiccuped and tried not to cry too loud. Ever since the meeting with those doctors, I had no control over myself. I snapped at Isabelle for interrupting the chess game with…Read more Chapter Six: Choices and Consequences

Chapter Five:

Sydney ran her fingers through her hair. It was the week before the Arcane Science Fair. It wasn't mandatory for her degree in Magic-Craft, which was an umbrella term for enchantments, glyphs, and talismans. The project she wanted to present was showing some last-minute ~ “Fu... Ffffloozy...” she steamed as she held her hand. The…Read more Chapter Five:

Chapter Four: Hazy

I woke with a smokey quartz hanging over my head from a leather string, the tip of the gemstone drawing the tiniest circles in the air as it dangled there. An old hand holding it drew it away. “Welcome back, Lyric,” greeted the warm voice next to me. “How do you feel?” I blinked and…Read more Chapter Four: Hazy

Flash Fiction Friday: “Sin”

​ This is based off the image prompt above, as provided by Rochelle:  https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/10/12/14-october-2016/  This is based on a story I have in mind, but haven't started writing.  Two oil lamps illuminated the kitchen, a reminder of our place in the Collective. Two flames, one being.  "These are not a sin," Mother echoed.  We could…Read more Flash Fiction Friday: “Sin”

Chapter Three: Fade Away

A potato with all the fixings meant baked, wild potato with gamy venison chili, sharp cheddar and blue cheese, fresh, wild green onions, home-grown jalapenos, and locally made sour cream. I wiped my nose from the heat of the meal and continued to chow down while Light explained the situation to Mr. Keys. The old…Read more Chapter Three: Fade Away