Fantasy Story Scene│Eclectic Writer Blog

“Don’t you work for the King?” 

I smirked, “Work isn’t the right word, it would be categorized more as parental guidance in his book.”

My Kind of Magic

“Eyes wide with intense sparkle between the different blues circling the iris. They soaked up the stacks and stacks of books that hit her eyes as soon as she walked through the  mangled looking front door. The carpet had seen better days as the greens and navy blue stripes spoke lovingly of the feet which had strolled up and down the aisles, slowly, intimately as the hands attached to those feet explored the bindings and pages of the books on the shelves. She took a cautionary step further into the store, tilting her head back so she could see the top of the shelves. Her hands extended to the spines as if a magnet were between them. “