Everyone has a story to tell, made from the moments in the lives we share. Consequently, every person has their own perspective, their own subjective experiences, and thereby, their own subjective realities. Even if the exact same story is told by two people, the details from one will differ in the other.
Reed and Lumina share their lives together, but each of them came from different backgrounds; each of them went through their own unique experiences. Reed is a human being like everyone else on Earth. Lumina is an Altiri, like every one in Genosis. Both are aliens to their own world, and both have seen their own source of immense darkness in their time.
The other side of the same story might sound similar at a quick glance, but in the depths of every personal reality, very little is ever the same. Welcome to the far side of the universe, in a safe corner of the world you've probably heard nothing about. Welcome ~ to Genosis. Welcome ~ to The Other Side.
The world was murdered. The world will live again, will rise out from under its fetters. So will the people. In the meanwhile, the Yemars have magic. The Yemars have magic, and they have each other, and they have hope.
Story summary:
When a young girl named Madeline's entire family was brutally killed, it made the young, promising princess simply...snap. She hunts down and kills the murderer of her family, but there is absolutely no evidence other then her eye witness.
(And it is well known that her specific species more often then not will go insane after a death of a family member)
And only evidence she killed him, so she is taken into trial.
Madeline expects and even wishes to be executed, wanting to be with her family.
But things get turned on there head by the king's odd decision...where he chooses her unexpected fate.
To be his indentured servant.
Wow! I had this idea for a story a looong time ago, and it's one of my first ever story ideas! Unfortunately a lot of my old files sadly got deleted :( So now I'm re-writing it from scratch! It's really fun, and tbh I like this story a lot more now!!! All of the things I post for this particular story will be first drafts, because I wanted to see what everyone thought of this, then take everyone's opinions into consideration when I do the final draft!Edits/reviews are very, very welcome! :D
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This is my letter I wrote to the Canadian government asking them to send troops to Ukraine in order to help the Ukrainian people as they fight for freedom.
Coming Soon: Queen of Ash and Stone will be published on Amazon.com
In the medieval city of Evermore, 15-year-old Princess Elodie Ashking's world shatters with the assassination of her parents, thrusting her, unprepared, into the role of Queen. She grapples with grief, haunted by memories of her departed mother and relying on the support of her trusted Prime Advisor, Bishop Callex. Follow Elodie's journey of impulsive decisions that will shape not only her future, but the future of her entire kingdom.
I had the idea for this story many years ago, it all began with an OC I used for casual roleplaying. Then the story for this character remained kicking around in my head for many, many years and underwent a lot of changes and adjustments before reaching its current state. In the beginning I had a lot of trouble writing this story. I took a lot of inspiration from different kinds of books, but the one book that finally helped me actually get anything written was The Chronicles of Narnia.
After the loss of her father, Claire and her mother make the move from their bustling life in Florida, to a more humbling one in the small town of Winterset, Iowa.
Avaz is a poetry book dedicated to love, i.e. disappointment with the fragments that love can leave us as a legacy, but it is also directed towards warm emotions towards dear people without whom one cannot live.. Thus, the author, guided by the youthful poetic arm of the male-female poetic dialogue, balances the conflict between these two opposing camps.. Her poetry is sometimes inspired by the philosophical questions of the existence of Pandora's boxes in each of us, and sometimes they are just short notes, lines, dashes caught in the passage of time around space.