Twitter Art Micro-Stories: June 2020 June 1, 2020 / duncanwilsonauthor / 0 Comments '"Do you see lights rising up from the ridge-line?"They looked at him in shock, backing away in horror. "Oh no… Your time has come! Only the damned see the lights! They'll be here soon!"He stammered in fright, but they were already chanting. Then he saw the white horses…' https://t.co/puTIJ0arWa— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) July 1, 2020 'No one knew why it was there. No one knew what it was for. There was no city here, not even settlements. The tower stood alone. Many came to see it, to study it, to dream of it, and when they went away, their dreams remained. Little did they know, their dreams were the tower.' https://t.co/l3usRDvY4L— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) June 30, 2020 'There is trade between gods and men. Men would pray and gods would bless. It had always been that way. It is why their city thrived, or so the lords of the city always told their subjects. Yet the subjects prayed as well, seeking something far different in trade from the gods.' https://t.co/4SOLXltkul— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) June 30, 2020 "The silence shattered with a million gasps! The clouds were parting, the darkness receding, the sun they thought they'd never see again but as a dim haze above, emerged from beyond the gloom! The pharos was alive once more! Hope and light had returned to the world at last!" https://t.co/WPv2Klqmpq— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) June 30, 2020 'Few walk the land of the dragons. There is no need. Few creatures can live and nothing grows in this remote region. Some brave souls come every so often to challenge themselves and learn their worth. Few walk the land of the dragons, but many that should be feared fly.' https://t.co/pIGfFHs3V0— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) June 25, 2020 'The rider did not, could not, look up for fear they would notice. The guardians of old were jealous of the path to the temple of truth. None had dared venture there since they took up watch. But the terrified rider kept toward the temple. Someone had to try to learn the truth.' https://t.co/YpeCCJyUa6— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) June 25, 2020 "They had been an empire once. The relics of a glorious past served as a reminder of their lost power. Grand structures, crumbling away with the ages, the memories of their reign fading away with the features on every edifice. Their life was simple now, simple, small, serene…." https://t.co/xdELtLK9VR— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) June 23, 2020 "Far from the gleaming cities with their teaming crowds, far from the grand cathedrals and grander monuments to the glories and triumphs of civilization, the isle of the wilds sits in solitude. Few frequent its shores or worship at its sacred shrine. Far too few feel so free." https://t.co/sahksADrbw— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) June 23, 2020 'The Temple of the Missing Gods existed before the faiths of today. When it was built, there were many more gods than now, each with their own temples and followers. But gods rise and fall and every generation there are less than before. The Temple was ancient, and full of gods.' https://t.co/57Q3XCtBt4— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) June 19, 2020 The house loomed on the hill above, casting pools of eerie green light and darker shadows in the gloom about her. Turning to her companion, she asked, "Is that it? Is that the house you warned me about? The house of evil?""No, that is the home of the one who holds it at bay." https://t.co/d8M3sdWq96— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) June 11, 2020 "They all looked up, toward the horizon, following the movement of the birds above. They all looked, silent, reverent. Today was a rare day, one of the few days they ever caught sight of the old tower. An age ago, it was their strength. Now, it was a memory, seldom seen." https://t.co/ymYU2lKBLq— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) May 25, 2020 "No matter how dark the night got, no matter what the blight blotted all about, the tower stood alone, aloft, aloof. It was never stained in the sins of the simple, it was never tainted by the corrupting touch of life, but only because the tower never deigned to become involved."— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) June 5, 2020 Share with: Short Stories Art Micro Storiesfictionmicrofiction Previous post Twitter Art Micro-Stories: April-May 2020 Next post Twitter Art Micro-Stories: July 2020 Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.