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The Farmers

The enemy envoy approached the border-lands of Amoria. The land was as bountiful as it was beautiful. Lush vegetation grew along the rolling hills, springing forward in full bloom. Calm lakes with their surfaces like mirrors reflected the mountain tops on the horizon. As the envoy marched further into the land, they were pleased to see there was no resistance. No guard posts, or legions...

Added 06 Apr 2020 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 688

The Canvas

The canvas was blank. Like a brilliant shining light in his mind, it was blank. Piercing and constant it stared at him, begging to be transformed. Like so many times before, beauty and vibrant color longed to be placed. It cried out to him, but he was empty. Reports of success and victory streamed in, yet it was all empty. Day after day the generals talked of greatness and victory. Day...

Added 13 Feb 2020 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 506 | 4 Comments

On the eve of war

The time had come to put away their childish ways. Their days filled with banter and playful ways were done. The sowing and reaping over, the storehouses full. All of it a distant memory now, the time for war had come. The faint echo of troops clamoring could be heard as if an echo on the wind.  The barbarian hoards had claimed the mountain pass as their birthright, but beyond them was a...

Added 09 Mar 2020 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 338 | 1 Comment

A time to harvest.

Reaping the harvest was no easy task, but hard work was always rewarding, and today was a special day! The people sang new songs and were full of joy! They bundled the grain and lifted it high as they carried it back to the store houses. They laughed and joked with each other as they took long drinks from the well to quench their thirst on the cool fall day.    No labor on this day was lost...

Added 21 Feb 2020 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 263 | 2 Comments

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