AkelDiantelas

  A mare and her dog  by Akel  Chapters     1: Begin reading     Day 2: As roads are walked, and things are lost     Day 3: As roads are walked, and things are regained     Day 4: As rain falls     Day 5: As rain falls.     Day 6: As kids play     Day 7: As food goes, clay is bad     Day 8: As bandits fly     Day 9: As lentils boil     Day 10: As birdies are made    1: Begin reading The doors opened. There wasn't a ominous silence as everyone stared to the newcomer, or dust to announce her. They just threw a glance to the mare and her dog, then kept doing their own thing. "Hallo?" she asked. Winona barked frie

The doors opened. There wasn't a ominous silence as everyone stared to the newcomer, or dust to announce her. They just threw a glance to the mare and her dog, then kept doing their own thing. "Hallo?" she asked. Winona barked friendly to add weight to her voice. "Hi", said someone she couldn't see. Or maybe someone else said something else she didn't hear or understand. She wasn't quite fluent in the region's language yet, or even remembered how was the language called. Something like Anwl? N'wah? no, the dragons were the ones whose languages were made of short syllables. Ponies liked normal words better. She walked to the bar's counter, k

The cage was beautiful. Golden and gilded, it shone in the sunlight like a rainbow. The cage was horrible. Golden and gilded, she couldn't expand her wings for fear of cutting them against a ruby, and the reflected light was painful on the eyes. -º- The child walked the hallways, as she had done for so long, squinting for one thing in the almost absolute darkness that permeated the place. And there, in one of the discolored walls, rested her nemesis, the one thing that drove her mad in this place of loneliness. A mote of dust blemished the wall. Shuddering at the contact, the child took the solitary mote between two fingers and walked

Well... "Colors" Funny word. Everyone tells me than they are beautiful, and I remember that once a kid asked me if all I can see is an endless black void, and I lied to him with something as small as nodding. Truth is, I don't think I can explain them what it means to just not see. They link it with darkness, but as far as I know I could have spent my life seeing a purple sheet without noticing it; darkness is a subproduct of light, and since I can't see it, I wouldn't know. When I was a kid myself I would spend hours smelling paint, touching paint, even trying to hear paint, to try to perceive it's colors in any way. My life was spent trying

 "For fuck sake, will you st-!" A fish hit him in the face "Act your age, you idiot!" "No!" Another fish flew, but John managed to avoid it... and fell to the water in a process. His father had once told him that boats where not the place for acrobatics, he remembered. The guy in the other boat threw another fish. "Feel the wrath of n'Theiras!" He screetched at the skies, holding weaponised food on both hands. As if on cue, a hole opened in the cloud cover, iluminating him in sunlight "He who shall throw fish to the unpure!" He was dressed in a old robe, and it was unclear whether that was it's real color. John, in a fit of anger, took the

[Note: This would be a key scene in a rather long thing that is still in planning stages, so I tried to not put any unnecessary references to events that no one knows about. The whole scene happens in Cartera, a floating city that is a few kilometers above the ground. In the story, dragons are both one of the strongest and one of the weakest races there is-- they are strong and do not seem to age once they reach maturity, but their bodies contain so much magic than it generates enough radiation for most of them to die due to tumors and cancer before reaching the two hundred years, so there are less than a dozen adult dragons alive. Also I kno

Farming is a seasonal work. It's something silly to remark, but some things need to be. Many new farmers start building and tiling the ground and getting seeds at the end of winter, something inteligent. As spring starts, they plant everything and survive on water and bread until it grows, hoping that they won't end in the street. And some of them don't. But, then again, farming is a seasonal work. When they sell their production and if they played their cards right, they can end up with quite a bunch of money. Then they waste it and end up another winter with bread and water. Now, focus on farmers with common sense. Winter is a bad time in s

The Codex of Infinite Wisdom whispered esoteric Truths from it's hanging place on his earlobe, and the Eye of Nualdduweosoxoeizieivubuzzzxxx'Ngh kept watch of his surroundings, hanging from the Chains of Destiny on his neck, but none of that mattered. "Come on, babe, you can't do this to me!" Cried Aledoeamzoeicioazcixan, also known as The Necromancer "I can't live without you!" He was a tall and pale man, with a suite made out of the bones of his undead enemies, cursed to suffer for all eternity. On his head rested Hair of They Who See that was absolutely not for covering his incipient baldness Stix Nix Naugh Nix Death Nix Vortex Nix Darkne