The Philosopher's Stone by AzizrianDaoXrak, literature
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The Philosopher's Stone
The breath stuttered back into their chest. They had doubted, feared, hated, wept into the earth as they clawed at it that the witch had betrayed them and was laughing at them now. But incredibly, they had found it, just where she said it would be. They cupped their hands tenderly around the curious object. It glistened pearl-like despite its dusting of soil: a silky and perfectly round stone, slightly warm. What would the witch demand in exchange for such a thing? It hardly mattered, as long as the elixir would bring their sister back.
Birdsong, thin and trembling by AzizrianDaoXrak, literature
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Birdsong, thin and trembling
I recoil to think of family, terrible and piercing
song of past seasons,
of we were children once
of they will die one day
The distance between is
a fragile thing,
thin-boned, small-throated,
wings a-fluttering
The hoard was a modest thing, but she tore into it hungrily. Here were her mothers' brooches, amber necklaces, carved daggers, arm rings.
The crows watched, feasting on the hoard she had left for them: a burned village for a burned village.
I am a weather system waiting to happen by AzizrianDaoXrak, literature
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I am a weather system waiting to happen
Made with all the tenderness of igneous rock
I am hale and healthy
and cautious
keep my heart rhythms in
my magma folds, my
rhizomes of earthen heat
stretch only
spires of hot air skyward
unseen until they set the dust devils dancing
Her hands quiver uncontrollably over the page, eyes fixed on the words.
Footsteps in the hallway bring her back to herself. Scrambling, she shoves the book back inside the cupboard and clicks the lock closed.
A hand jiggles the door latch and the young woman throws herself under the nearby bed, shuffling aside old shoes and a trunk.
The door opens. Ma Doran bustles in, cracking open her doctor's case. The jostling of glass signals an exchanging of empty vials for fresh ones.
The young woman under the bed hardly dares breathe.
More footsteps ring in the hallway. Both women glance toward the door. The doctor sweeps a low curtsy. "Majesty."
The
Necromancer: Exile Pitch - WIP by AzizrianDaoXrak, literature
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Necromancer: Exile Pitch - WIP
When Aderyn Dovan's family is assassinated, the girl begins training to avenge their deaths and reclaim her kingdom under the protection of the Order of the Kinsguard. But the whispered return of an ancient evil may
Aderyn and her guardian knight Rurik know that the dragon attack was no mere chance - her family was assassinated. Now, the whispered return of an old evil brings a warning: war is returning to the Three Hundred Kingdoms, and to defend those she loves Aderyn will have to harness the same rare magical gift that got her family killed.
Necromancer Exile: Chapter 1
Necromancer Exile: Chapter 2
Necromancer Exile: Chapter 3
Woman God, Quiet Sun by AzizrianDaoXrak, literature
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Woman God, Quiet Sun
i have become rounder
jiggling
broad buttocks
wide-set breasts
satisfying me
selfish and sexual in a way that doesn't
whisper
of children
women gods dwell in
my solar plexus fire
my chill steady womb
clutch my breasts as theirs
inhabit my blood spread
my fingers
we spin together
how do i run my fingers through the hair of this
power
that is mine
how do i teach this
fire chant feather words searing breath
give you my ashen throat
swallow
without swallowing
to spit out all you who are in my care and keeping
my saliva
sanctifies
gives curse and charm
i move shadow and light together
empty of all separation and yet
separate
facing each othe
The Knight Who Was a Rabbit by AzizrianDaoXrak, literature
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The Knight Who Was a Rabbit
Surana's father, Agni, held aloft a piece of paper crossed with neat folds and latticed with fluid script.
Ryn, looking to Surana herself for guidance, saw that her friend's shoulders had slumped.
"Papa..." she began wearily, but the man cut her off.
"I have in my possession all the clues to illuminate this mystery!" Agni declared with relish.
His wife Chanda heaved a sigh and moved forward to restrain her husband. "My dear, there is no mystery. Surana has chosen--."
An imperious hand silenced the woman. "Allow me to explain." With a flourish, Agni spread the letter on the kitchen table. Surana, with apologetic looks to her companions, m