Everything's beautiful. Never mind that the world is a swirling mass all around me. Never mind that I can barely walk straight.
My sister was taken by the king. When she came back, she had no hope left. But she brought with her a hope we didn’t know we’d see in our lifetimes.
The story of how the Fire Maiden came to be, the trials she endured, and the hope she became.
The Taker was meant to end the world. But the Taker would have to first be raised within the Town.
Luna
By
Dreyri Aldranaris
Many people. Many places. Many stories. Many eras. All connected by one being. All connected by the moon.
Milahi is blessed as much as she's cursed. As much as the Lords have every piece of her, they don't have her soul. Monday through Saturday are days for misery. Sundays are days for joy. For rebellion. For hope.
Alturia's empire rolls out over the world, leaving a trail of misery and destruction. It is within the homeland that Arulilei waits.
First Nations children are being discriminated against by the government. The first part of this non fiction is a letter template. The next part is more info. Please read, send, share and write!
First Nations children are being discriminated against by the government. The first part of this non fiction is a letter template. The next part is more info. Please read, send, share and write!
Heart
By
Dreyri Aldranaris
I had a dream, and decided to write it down. Here I tell the story of a small, poor family making their way through the unforgiving landscape of Mars, trying to eke out a meagre living however they can.
The day is brought about by the sun. And the night is brought about by the North Star. When the Children of the Day capture the North Star, the Children of the Night are subjugated under them. But they do not lose hope.
The people in the sky never thought about the people on the ground. Why should they? They were so far away, so far down. But from the midst of the squalor and misery faced by the people on the ground, a brand new power arose.
There were two countries, separated by a vast sea. Gantor, which valued its possessions and wealth, and Gesawa, which valued the simple life. Each country loved the wild, living lands and waters sustaining them. But that wasn’t enough to save them.
Our country is great. I know our country is great. But this winter, it's not natural. It's not like any winter that's come before. And I can't help but feel as though something is deeply wrong. Author's note: This was a dream I had and wrote down
The people gather together with their finest offerings, to praise the Great God Shakur. But the city is filled with truths they will never know.
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