I'm practicing light creative writing; not necessarily on the scale of bookwriting, but more as a way to explore various ideas or concepts I come across. Enjoy, and make of these what you will.
You climb the dais, the black stone edges crumbling beneath your steps. Reaching the top, you turn toward the alabaster lectern facing the rear of the chamber. On it rests a tome bound in worn and hardened leather, the words illegible except for the mysterious word 'Fellshard' pressed into the base.
You reach out to peel open the manuscript. It opens smoothly; however, the bindings give way and you curse softly as pages tumble out and scatter onto the ground. Some strike the ground on edge, shattering into fragments of dust. Others land softly, edges fraying but remaining whole. You begin rummaging among the scattered pages, looking for anything of use...
You climb the dais, the black stone edges crumbling beneath your steps. Reaching the top, you turn toward the alabaster lectern facing the rear of the chamber. On it rests a tome bound in worn and hardened leather, the words illegible except for the mysterious word 'Fellshard' pressed into the base.
You reach out to peel open the manuscript. It opens smoothly; however, the bindings give way and you curse softly as pages tumble out and scatter onto the ground. Some strike the ground on edge, shattering into fragments of dust. Others land softly, edges fraying but remaining whole. You begin rummaging among the scattered pages, looking for anything of use...