Every week, I continue, to be blown away by the creativity that is on this platform and I am so glad that there is now a place where all the creators can come together and share their work and get the exposure and support that they deserve. This community is all about supporting one another and inspiring one another, so that we can all continue to do what we love.
This week I am highlighting Six of my favourite posts, it is not always easy to pick just 6 as there are so many talented artists on here. I have included 3 very talented and skilled writers this week. I have included an excerpt of their stories instead of my opinion, simply because their words speak for themselves. I hope that you take the time to check out each post and show them some love, if you like the work that they create , please follow them so that you do not miss out on any of their future creations.
The great halls ring hollow under the hesitant steps. It gives the man no pleasure to be here and he rarely visits nowadays. Sometimes, though, he gives in to the gnawing doubt in his soul. Maybe everything is not lost. Maybe something can be salvaged.
But they are all dead, frozen in time, cobwebs hanging from broken limbs, begging for mercy. Like the old man with the fist clinging to the iron bar that no longer rattles under his grip. How long has he been there, behind the rust-eaten bars? If only there was a sparkle of life left in him he could break free, but it’s been too long.
The crow's nest proclaimed, “Sails off the starboard quarter, I see eight sails!"
Khaman acknowledges, "Ikonian Empire frigates!"
"All hands standby for orders!" Said the young Captain.
D nodded, cupping his hands he relayed the command, "All hands standby!"
“Steersman, maintain heading.”
“Aye, aye, Captain maintaining heading!” Replied Khaman as he re-gripped the wheel.
Vasana looked over the land with pleasure, catching a glimpse of her daughter Qera with the young god Xiron. Qera thought her infatuation hadn’t been noticed, but Vasana had been watching the whole thing develop from those first glances when they met, even to their first kiss.
Vasana flew closer on Iteus, her golden dragon.
Hiding behind a tree, she spied the lovers on a magicked bed under a grand oak that she remembered Qera planting when she was a small child. Watching, Vasana wished for another night with Helith, remembering his all-too-short visit which had produced Qera in the first place.