My saint takes inspiration from many of the saints I’ve studied. I decided to choose St. Martin’s time and place for my saint because I found Martin’s life, his time period and his conversion of the pagans interesting. I wanted to create a saint with some similar experiences and qualities while having other ones. Like... Continue Reading →
St. Hortensius was born in Toulouse, southern Gaul, in 334 AD to a wealthy and prominent pagan family. Hortensius always had the light of intelligence, and read the poetry of Virgil, Ovid, and Cicero. Hortensius was full of energy and liked to wrestle. But he was also boisterous and arrogant: as soon as he reached... Continue Reading →
I wanted to write a story about someone hunting for a phoenix. I expanded it to include a persistent, brave teen who looks for adventure and wants to gain his father’s respect while having no clue how to achieve it, with the phoenix hunt and the context/background. It was inspired by a Russian folk song... Continue Reading →
We returned to my father Lord Vlad's castle in high spirits. On the way I had been apprehended by the guards for what had occurred at the Iris Inn, but I paid all debts and damages from a tribute of gold I had received from the nobles of Ranvig Castle as a reward for freeing... Continue Reading →
I think I stayed here forever as the sun began to sink and the sky became red. Until piercing screams startled me. I stood, and the bird held my brother in the sky from the torso and the shoulders, only wearing a white chemise. He looked down at me. "Brother, help me!" I trembled in... Continue Reading →
On the seventh day of entering the forest, my horse hit a giant, sharp rock, whinnied in pain and threw me forward. I hit the floor with a thud and yelled. I turned to my horse, raised my fist, and shouted. "What the hell was that for, you bloody beast?!" The horse turned around and... Continue Reading →
We rode for a few hours before reaching a crossroads, where a vendor stood beside a small light wooden wheelbarrow, filled with pots, pans and cutlery. He was a large, burly man wearing a beaver hat and a light red buttoned shirt and sporting a black mustache. He waved at us, but we ignored him.... Continue Reading →
The darkness parted away like a curtain, revealing a long wooden room, filled with tables and chairs. The image flickered and took a while to form. I had just woken up and could not remember where I was or what I was doing there. However, the glass bottles beside me on the round table indicated... Continue Reading →
A fantasy short story I wrote for a university English course inspired and based on a Slavic folklore tale. This story follows two brothers who are looking for something but have lost their way. However, one of them discovers a mysterious magical bird, and they resolve to follow it. It will be a long and... Continue Reading →
Theodogan, un hombre de 18 años, vió los cien soldados Morgalianos marchando a su ciudad, Nelandros, desde la puerta de su granja. Sudaba en su quitón blanco sin mangas por el calor de la tarde. Curioso, se retiró de su casa y camino por los verdes campos abiertos para seguir el pequeño ejército. Desde la... Continue Reading →
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