In days of old, the marble statues had lined the streets, painted in colours bold and regal. Hair of gold and silver had hung over the points of their ears and shadows had played over their sharp features. The statues, like their makers, had been beautiful. Nobody argued with that. But their beauty was a... Continue Reading →
Once over that emerald crest, great beasts had roamed. Their footsteps shook the earth and their roars filled the heavens. But in the end the men slew them, with spears of stone and wood and bone. The great beasts were driven out and the spears ruled the hill. But those spears were buried under grass... Continue Reading →
This is a response to Monday's Finish the Story Challenge, where a picture and the first sentence are given (on a Monday, hence the name) as a prompt. This is my attempt at... well, at Finishing the Story. I hope you enjoy it. The petroglyphs told the story of an unusual event. They were impossibly old, older than... Continue Reading →
