SparksInTheNight : Writing

A Princess’s Choice

A Princess’s Choice

A Story by SparksInTheNight


I love my dad, the king. And I love my mom, the queen. They are so kind and full of love. They are good people. I know that they're good people. So wh..
Salt Water

Salt Water

A Story by SparksInTheNight


A young woman is drowning in the beauty of the ocean. It only gets worse from there. Until it doesn't.
Moonlight and Blood

Moonlight and Blood

A Story by SparksInTheNight


There were hundreds of millions of slaves. And for so longs we had no hope. But then ... then there was hope. And it came to life like how a dry, dead..
The End of the World

The End of the World

A Story by SparksInTheNight


The Town was a good Town. Everything was beautiful. They lived in accordance to the prophecies. The final prophecy decreed the coming of the Taker, wh..
Solstices

Solstices

A Story by SparksInTheNight


Miri kissed me three days ago. Before I set out onto this journey with the blocker of my light. She told me to be brave. Be confident. Be brutal.
Have a Heart Day

Have a Heart Day

A Story by SparksInTheNight


This is not fiction. This is a letter I wrote to the Canadian Government for Have a Heart Day 2024. I am asking the government to stop discriminating ..
Background

Background

A Chapter by SparksInTheNight


So this is all a dream that I had one night. It takes place in a dream world that of course is different from the real world. An alternate world. But ..
A Light so Faing and Distant

A Light so Faing and Distant

A Chapter by SparksInTheNight


Thomas is coming home to Carolivia from studying abroad. He was supposed to study business and politics, which would mean having to continue the slave..
Forwards into the Sunrise

Forwards into the Sunrise

A Chapter by SparksInTheNight


One of these slaves that Thomas talked to was a seventeen-year-old (and therefore, you know the key word, YOUNG) stableboy named Leonard. Leonard had ..
Heinous Claws

Heinous Claws

A Chapter by SparksInTheNight


During all this time the Roaring King was looking for Leonard. The Roaring King was the embodiment of lines, of metaphorical lines, but not in the sam..