Eloise Robertson
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I pull my ideas randomly out of thin air and they materialise on a page. Some may call me a magician.
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Day of the Dragon: The Winemaker's Casket
A piece of a five-part non-chronological series centred around the day of the dragon. __________________ The last person who heard his voice calling for help disappeared a while ago. Henri doesn't understand what happened to the man. Maybe he died trying to move the rubble from the cellar door to free him. Maybe his body is just another weight atop the door.
By Eloise Robertson 3 years ago in Fiction
Day of the Dragon: A Stonemason’s Revenge
A piece of a five-part non-chronological series centred around the day of the dragon. __________________ The sound of wildlife flitting about the forest occupies Meryck’s senses. A short distance away from the main camp, the elderly man rests on a fallen tree trunk. The break offers his sore feet some respite from the long march toward the city of Gallina.
By Eloise Robertson 3 years ago in Fiction
Day of the Dragon: Insidious Negotiations
A piece of a five-part non-chronological series centred around the day of the dragon. __________________ From an outsider’s eye, it seems the city of Gallina is very well managed. Impervious to attacks over the last forty-one years, Gallina has flourished! Nobody doubts safety. People are privileged to focus on the arts; architects raise the city to grander heights, artists boost the city’s culture, and children fill educational amphitheatres.
By Eloise Robertson 3 years ago in Fiction
Day of the Dragon: The Lasting Sunset
A piece of a five-part non-chronological series centred around the day of the dragon. __________________ The crop is looking fine this year, a pleasant sight for Felissa as she walks through the fields of wheat and barley. The crop heads are golden and plump, weighing down the long stalks that hold the heads aloft. Harvest is quickly approaching. Perhaps only two weeks from now Felissa will be in the fields with her father from dawn till dusk, sweltering through the hot days and listening to her father straining against his sore back.
By Eloise Robertson 3 years ago in Fiction
Day of the Dragon: A Painter’s Masterpiece
A piece of a five-part non-chronological series centred around the day of the dragon. __________________ Wall Agassi encircles the city of Gallina. Nine years the stonemasons spent toiling in its construction and here it stands, towering 25ft tall and wide enough to sport three horses walking abreast. It is an architectural marvel, perfectly designed to allow the flow of the river through the city without compromising safety. The impenetrable ring carries the name of Walter Agassi, a man revered for his contribution to the city while holding a Seat of Nobles.
By Eloise Robertson 3 years ago in Fiction
Bugs Of The Night, Together Burn Bright. Top Story - August 2021.
Why is it that bugs fly to a flame? I thought it was the light. We are fickle things, bumbling in the darkness most of our lives, so when a beacon lights, we float toward it without thinking. We don’t know the source of the light beaming brightly in the night, nor the consequence of following it, but the journey draws us.
By Eloise Robertson 3 years ago in Fiction
The Winter Offering
His fingers twitch as he taps his golden rings against the armrests of his throne. He is a restless ruler, perhaps even impatient, so Tec feels her mouth turn dry and her heart quicken with nervousness as she waits for him to speak. She wishes she could tilt her head to seek the face of her mentor in the hall, but she remains frozen with her head dipped and eyes trained on the ornate floor.
By Eloise Robertson 3 years ago in Fiction
A Bouquet of Zachigolds
It feels like everyone is staring at me. God, I don’t look weird, do I? I showered and put some gel in my hair and everything for tonight. Was it too much gel? Does my hair look greasy? Jesus, maybe I should have ducked into the barber I saw down the street earlier.
By Eloise Robertson 3 years ago in Fiction
Destiny Decided by a Dingy Diviner, Dice, and Dad
I am not a very decisive person. Give me an ultimatum between two choices and I will pick option three that you didn’t realise was there - to not decide anything. It could be a blessing in disguise, but I’m pretty sure it is a curse.
By Eloise Robertson 3 years ago in Fiction
In A Sinful Woman, They Awaken
There were witnesses, so many witnesses. She couldn’t do it. Not now. Thick black hair flowed over Imogen’s shoulders, shining in the midday sun. She twisted around to chatter with her friend beside her, causing her hair to lift and flick wildly about her right shoulder.
By Eloise Robertson 3 years ago in Criminal
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