The Peninsula

The Fiction and Poetry Archive of Liana Mir and scribblemyname

Stranger in the Storm

Aug
18

Winter

It was early evening at the great Summer Court, but it was storming outside and already quite dark. The lanterns and chandeliers had already been lit, and there were those who shivered when standing near any of the great windows of the royal hall. It had been winter for a very long time.

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Original Fiction, Seasons Kings, Short Story, Vice And Fen 2019, Weekly Short Stories 2019 , , , , , , , 0 Comment

Breath from a Stone

Mar
08

Jaguar kneels over the small sleeping form of her young brother. She strokes one finger gently over his golden brown cheek. His skin is as yet unmarked by the green tattoos her people painted across her own. She is fifteen. He is five.

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365 Day Challenge 2013, Breath, Original Fiction, Short Story, Weekly Short Stories 2019 , , , , , , , , , 0 Comment

Teller, Taker (Just the Facts, Ma’am Remix)

Mar
01

Word came at dawn of the newly outfitted military station in Westerfields, that vast uninhabited territory between Glaston and Edyll, both kingdoms cities. A quick reconnaissance by interested parties (read: operatives) identified standard and, to them, quite familiar signs of Thorn Republic activity. Once upon a time, those operatives had been the source of those signs, and they knew their own, besides any other departments Thorn might tap to do their dirty work.

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Kingdoms and Thorn, Original Fiction, Short Story, Weekly Short Stories 2019 , , , , , , , , 0 Comment

Lost

Feb
07

It was cold out. Winter had never been particularly friendly to the wayfarer in the wilds beyond reach of city or road, let alone to fugitives, fleeing their former masters. Snow had piled deep through every thicket and stretch of the wood, ice coated the river in all but the most rapid sections, and no path was visible in any direction.

In short, Ishalt was lost, which wasn’t a terrible thing in summer when there was food for forage and the only thing that mattered was suitable distance from one’s pursuers. In winter, it could mean life or death to find shelter.

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Chocolate Box 2019, Original Fiction, Other Original, Short Story, Weekly Short Stories 2019 , , , , , , , 0 Comment

Teller, Taker

Apr
30

Word came at dawn of the newly outfitted military station in Westerfields, that vast uninhabited territory between Glaston and Edyll, both kingdoms cities. A quick reconnaissance by interested parties (read: operatives) identified standard and, to them, quite familiar signs of Thorn Republic activity. Once upon a time, those operatives had been the source of those signs, and they knew their own, besides any other departments Thorn might tap to do their dirty work.

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