Novice-Novelists

The wind howled through the trees as dark purple clouds rolled across the sky.  Lightning danced between them as thunder boomed in the distance.  There was no rain yet, but the air was wet enough with the promise of its coming to keep most of the villagers indoors.  Here at the edge of the forest, it was wisest to stay inside during storms like this.  After all, everyone knew what sort of creatures ran about in great storms such as the one on the horizon. A single solitary figure, however, stood just outside the village walls; the harsh wind grabbed the edges of his black cloak and threw them aside, revealing the plain clothing and leather a

  Being the youngest in his class made Nicholi a sort of outsider, having skipped a couple grades landed him in grade ten at age twelve. It was also his first day of school, up until recently, Nicholi had been home schooled by his parents.  "Nicholis?" called the homeroom teacher for attendance.  Nicholi raised his hand with a bit of hesitation, "Um, actually, it's Nicholi- there is no 's'"  The teacher raised a brow then turned to the whiteboard and began to draw a timeline in blue dry erase marker, "Right, well Nicholi, I hope you can keep up with our curriculum- it isn't like middle school you know." he said, putting emphasis on Nich

The patrons of the Dragon’s Eye Inn looked up as the hooded figure entered. Relief could be felt in the air as the hood of the traveling cloak was pulled back, revealing one Arisa Blayne, the tavern’s best customer. “Ah, Arisa!” beamed Jack, the barman. “What can I get you today?” “Cider,” said Arisa, crossing the room to a small table nestled in the corner. After leaning her bow against the wall, she removed her cloak and set it, along with her pack, in one of three chairs placed at the table. She sat in another, leaning its back against the wall. “From the look on your face, I’m guessing

The chopper's blades whapped at the air loudly as it flew through the skies of Russia. Heavily armed men with machine guns and heavy pistols, scanned the airspace. Ready to shoot them at a moments notice. A man with thick blond hair and eyes as blue, and bright as that of the sky surrounding them, gripped his gun nervously with one hand, and dug his fingers more tightly into the brown scruff of his German Shepherd. Who was tightly secured to him through corded straps. The dog lay it's ears flat against the wind and noise from the chopper, his bright brown eyes wide and alert. He had only been in a chopper once before, and still wasn't us

I don't remember that day.     That day. Ten years ago.     Today. No, I was far too young to remember. Let alone, understand.     Now, though. Now, I can. Death is a silly concept when you're young. It seems too far off to worry about. But when you're far older than your age, you can really see behind it. Death may not seem visible, but it is. The concept of death is hard to grasp, but death itself is rather easy. Lifeless bodies. Lifeless buildings. Both fall to the ground. All in one day.     Death.     Death is very visible. I don't know how people my age can walk around after talking about it without a weight on their sho