EV Throne

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2024

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“A Memory Not My Own” by EV Throne

Submitted to Contest #274

The Quiet Spire rises from the mist at the edge of the world, where few tread and fewer return. It is a ruin—a jagged relic left behind by those who sought meaning in silence.  The priests of the Mournwatch vowed to the Silent God, deity of patience, endings, and unanswered prayers. They guided others through grief, performing rites and carrying burdens of the living and dead. It is a belief that every burden must be laid down—by its bearer or by those left behind. The Mournwatch priests wander alone, traveling from battlefield to villa...

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“No Honour Amongst The Living” by EV Throne

Submitted to Contest #273

Someone was following Isha Sava. She could feel the presence trailing behind her, steady and deliberate. The streets of Enreth were quiet at this hour, the market long closed, and only the occasional clink of distant bells broke the stillness. It wasn't just anyone following her—this was someone who knew her habits and knew where she liked to disappear. Isha had spent too long surviving to ignore such signs. She slipped through the narrow alleys with ease, her dark cloak blending with the shadows. The city had not changed since she left the ...

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“Where the Wild Places Forget” by EV Throne

Submitted to Contest #273

The rain fell lightly, pattering against the canopy of branches overhead. The forest beyond the garden was alive with whispers—the wind stirring through brittle leaves, roots shifting beneath the earth, the soft hum of distant creatures moving through the night. It should have brought Lira peace. But there was no peace to be found here, not anymore. She stood just beyond the stone wall, hidden among the vines and wildflowers that had grown unchecked along the courtyard's edges. The scent of damp earth clung to the air, and the cold mist kiss...

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“The Weight of What Was” by EV Throne

Submitted to Contest #273

The forest hung heavy beneath a sky swollen with mist. The road wound like a scar through the brambles and wet stones, narrowing into a thin thread of mud that tangled among crooked trees. The light that drifted through the clouds was faint—more shadow than sky—turning the air into a dim haze that blurred the edges of the world. Orin’s boots pressed deep into the mud with every step, and still he walked. The rain clung to his cloak and skin, soaking through to the bone, dragging at him like an old regret. On his back, the bundle shifted, a f...

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