Hooves beat fiercely on a well worn sandy path, spraying a shower of dust backwards with every strike as the heat of the suns beats down harshly on the back of Ithaca’s neck. The desert suns were unforgiving, and the creatures even less so. Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Ithaca continued across the vast sea of sand on his quickly tiring horse. Daerlun was … Continue reading The Princes of Daerlun
Wind blows through my white ruff, fluffing it up. I turn my nose up into the wind. It smells like autumn, decaying leaves, and dirt. The trees reach their spindly fingers up to the blue sky, and leaves dance through the air around me like fire. I am not far from my den, so I fear no threat. I roll onto my back and bat … Continue reading The Fox’s Story
“Left or right?” The male voice echoed around the maze and I froze midstep, one paw half lifted in the air. Hummmannns? The word blurred in my mind because I was a wolf. “Try left,” a different male voice replied. My ears swiveled, trying to find the source. Thhe ennntrry. “Why left?” A female voice questioned. I started toward the entry to The Maze, my … Continue reading The Trials: The Maze Part 1
“You’ve GOT to be kidding me,” I complained, wiping sweat from my forehead as I stare ahead. “What? It’s just a swamp’” Kenna said. “That ‘just a swamp’ is more dangerous than the jungle,” Zach replied seriously. “Why’s that?” Milo asked. “Quicksand, humidity.” The last word came out a mutter from Zach. “And the Nwu watersnakes, too. Smaller than Sut, the Giant Black Mamba Snake … Continue reading The Trials: The Swamp
Unknown shocks still hide behind these walls. Friends can betray you, foes can hurt you. Who will they trust? Continue reading The Trials: Allies
The kids find themselves in a warmer climate but warmth can be just as deadly as the cold. Beauty can be deceiving… Continue reading The Trials: Apprentice
This cold, white land isn’t as safe as it seems. Even when they think they’re safe, danger will find them. Continue reading The Trials: Alliance
The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, places, or events, while not entirely coincidental, is certainly not prophetic. If you are reading this, there is no doubt that I, Johnny Greene, am dead. If you found my body, I ask that you bury it. If they got my body, then they wanted you to find this, in which case you … Continue reading The Last Will & Testament of Johnny Greene
The city of the ruin. What lies within this desolate place is like nothing you’ve ever seen. Continue reading The Trials: Khann City
Art by a City student. Learn more about having your art featured at thecityvoice.org/contribute. Today’s gonna be long, I thought as I checked the cupboards. I’m going to have to get more food. With a sigh, I went to the closet and grabbed the brown game bag, swinging it over my shoulder. Then I got my knives’ belt and strapped it around my waist, putting … Continue reading The Trials: A Day In Austin’s Life
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