Author Archives: emberkitty

Each of the assassins has a different body type and nature. Each hold their own personal weapon. The man on the far left has wild uncombed hair and a roguish demeanor. He carries a polearm; his name is GRIMOIRE. Moving … Continue reading →

EXT. LESLIE’S HOME – DAY Boom, now we do an intercut of Leslie and one of the guards talking on flipphones. The guard explains to Leslie that Lućeda got away. LESLIE What!? What do you mean she got away? BAD … Continue reading →

EXT. SMALL VILLAGE – DAY We open on a mysterious girl holding a bright red parasol. She is standing in front of a large shrine. We then focus on a crowd of people, walking along a busy street. A crow … Continue reading →

Crystalline drops of ice hung in the air, dangling like rain. The tides lapped coldly blue, hundreds of feet down, where there was no beach or grass, just the crumble of the dark, earthy rocks. The jagged cliff jutted into … Continue reading →

I whipped around and went into action. I was equipped with frost arrows and three long hunting knives. Wolf had managed to grab hold of two flaming javelins and a poison spear. This was only a tiny portion of all … Continue reading →

I used to live with my three sisters, and we had no mother or father. They had passed away early, but it wasn’t a big deal because we had each other and hadn’t known them very well. They had also … Continue reading →

“Have you enjoyed hearing about cute little tales or childhood stories before? I’m sure most of you have. Like all of them do, they would end happily without fail. In fact, many of those stories were based off real, far … Continue reading →

The room was dark and bright at the same time. The lights were off most the time for convenience, and I had those special black roll-up curtains that covered what used to serve as windows to block out the irritating … Continue reading →

“Three loaves, cheddarbread, and wow! That a new dessert you’re trying out?” Fierre slowed her pace as she passed the bakery, chatting colloquially. The young boy that seemed perhaps eleven, with a baby face and chocolatey brown hair, nervously tried … Continue reading →