Hand Wash Only
I take up my blade, so comfortable to me, a natural extension of my hand. It’s a weapon of utility, not flashy. No status symbol here. Made of a single solid…
Make a sword that totally describes you. Describe color, power texture everything. A challenge in one sentence. Neat huh? ;D
I take up my blade, so comfortable to me, a natural extension of my hand. It’s a weapon of utility, not flashy. No status symbol here. Made of a single solid…
I used to be a sword. A long polished blade, a hilt made of steel wrapped in black leather. A simple tool, summarized in a simple sentence. And yet, somehow, I…
It sits on the corner of my desk, rotting away with time. I’ve not used it recently, but still, it holds a shine. I keep it sharp. As sharp as my wit. Were…
When I was a week younger than seventeen I wrestled my father. He always was a giant in my eyes, not until I had a firm grip on his neck could I finally see…
George unsheathed his sword. It was made from Blue Delemium, a material known for its magical properties. He was about to strike the oncoming army, but the…
She walked through the courtyard with determination and purpose in her step. Her green eyes had searched for the sword, and under the moon’s misty glow, she…
It was a sunny day and the court was in session. There was order in air, nothing was out of place; just like the Queen wanted it. One minute after the bell was…
The stench of sweat was draped heavily across the battlefield, due to the stifling heat. I seemed to be the only warrior shaking in my faux leather boots with…
The hollow click which echoed on the tiled walls of the subway ruins was a little embarrassing. The irradiated mutant thugs who were scattering in terror from…
Short as a forearm or long as a man. Smooth, shiny, black, rusted, wavy or warped. Straight or curved, edged or serrated. Some are easier to wield, some more…
She stared at the sword hanging on the wall. Its stories were legendary. She never thought she would see it in person and had relentlessly pursued it for…
“Not much to look at, is it?” the young man scoffed at the blade, roughly made and without ornamentation. “It’s serviceable is what it is,” corrected the…
I walked in, with the sword in my hands. When Danica saw me she smiled, but when her eyes drifted to the sword, she paled and jumped back. She put a huge…
He walked into the tent. “I know why you’re here. I have one for you.” said the Smithy by the forge. Macavity wondered why the tent had never caught alight…
In an old cave atop an old mountain, there once lived a tribe so powerful that they kept control of the lands around them for seven hundred years. Over the…
“Where did you get this?” Kron, the blacksmith inquired of the boy on the seat of the wagon. “It fell from the sky three nights ago,” he replied. “That is the…