Author's e-books - stories. Page - 3

There are short stories that I write when I'm bored or have nothing else to do. The first one, I had written before a few years ago, About an Alien girl and such. The Second one is about a swordsmen, named Fraia. She protects the land and house from a savage Brute, named Rio. He uses a Hammer of monstrous strength. The third is a fight with a newly found friend against a Hydra. They find it and kill it and such. (It was a role play with a friend and thus I made it into a chapter for one of my

"In a far off land beyond the mountain lay a desert country. To some it was bleak and treeless, to others it was magical. At night the stars sprinkled the sky as if on a dark blue carpet. In the day time the sun beat down on a magnificent landscape of rocks and sand, sand that sometimes rolled in huge dunes towards the horizon. If you were a crow you would look down and see here and there a little patch of green – an oasis where date palms surrounded a well"

There are short stories that I write when I'm bored or have nothing else to do. The first one, I had written before a few years ago, About an Alien girl and such. The Second one is about a swordsmen, named Fraia. She protects the land and house from a savage Brute, named Rio. He uses a Hammer of monstrous strength. The third is a fight with a newly found friend against a Hydra. They find it and kill it and such. (It was a role play with a friend and thus I made it into a chapter for one of my

"In a far off land beyond the mountain lay a desert country. To some it was bleak and treeless, to others it was magical. At night the stars sprinkled the sky as if on a dark blue carpet. In the day time the sun beat down on a magnificent landscape of rocks and sand, sand that sometimes rolled in huge dunes towards the horizon. If you were a crow you would look down and see here and there a little patch of green – an oasis where date palms surrounded a well"