All the dreams, thwarted.

All his dreams destroyed. Every plan he made. One last goodbye he bade.

All their dreams destroyed. A figure in the night, and far too late for flight.

Prompt: Thwart

Warriors’ paradise

As I walk through the forest in the valley of might, I encounter griffins and hydras spoiling for a fight. I take a look at the shadows, prepare my knife, take a seat in a clearing, breathe in and out. There’s a branch snapping somewhere, I will not look. There’s some growling and huffing, a babbling brook. A grin splits my face, I look at the sun, midday is here, it’s time for my fun.

Feathers and scales look out of place, covering me. The blood is thick, my hair so slick, sweet smell not bothering me. The crunch of bone, a branch and stone, I am one with the nature today.

I’ll take a bath, clean my knife, cook some meat, take a nap and go. I’ll walk south, there’s a cave that I know with a dragon that will not bow.

Fishing house, sketches

There is a life awaiting you, fully equipped. Few more steps by this riverbank, and you’ll be able to see it. Almost. See that shadow there? Those are your peaceful evenings, those are your well deserved nights. That shimmer could be every bright morning, every silence you craved while you took in the light. This current is ready-made, just for you, already facing the right direction. Step in. Just a little bit deeper. Take the plunge.