Tarja Mo

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2024

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“The First Daughter” by Tarja Mo

Submitted to Contest #274

Each click of Winona’s heels against the stone floors echoed off the palace walls, resonating through the cold, empty corridors. Now, this was her palace, her fortress, her home. Thoughts of her former home tightened her heart, making it hard to breathe. She could still clearly recall the dark gardens of her family’s estate, the ever-warm breeze of the eternal night, and the soft songs of the birds. But Nyx’Veil was no longer her home; her home was now here, on the island of Eldoria, in her husband’s palace—the Dragon Lord.She had seen her h...

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“Black Thorn” by Tarja Mo

Submitted to Contest #273

Ma’ome’s gaze was fixed on the blade of her dagger, which she had been sharpening for half an hour. Despite the dangerous task at hand, her mind was elsewhere, far from home. The note from Maëlys lay crumpled beside her as if it had been read countless times. Ma’ome kept shooting nervous glances toward the wrinkled parchment. With a sharp, frustrated exhale, she stopped what she was doing, closing her eyes. The letter from her old friend had stirred her deeply. She wasn’t even sure if it had truly been sent by Maëlys or if it was just a crue...

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“Coin” by Tarja Mo

Submitted to Contest #272

The path to the ruins of Pelagius stretched ahead as the five boys ascended toward the ancient, crumbling palace. The night air hung heavy, thick with the thrill of the unknown.“Derek said they’d wait until tomorrow to go after the treasure,” Nicholas whispered excitedly, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight. “He’s busy with Lori tonight.”“Are you sure he was talking about treasure?” Milo asked, falling in step behind him.“I’m sure of it,” Nicholas replied confidently. “I heard him and his buddies talking. They definitely didn’t want anyone el...

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“Beneath the Surface” by Tarja Mo

Submitted to Contest #272

The forest floor was a tangled web of tree roots, each one seemingly intent on tripping Elowen as she hurried away from the camp, her pace quick and uneven. It was the fourth day of their journey to Greenfield, and the second since they had entered the dense Cragwood Forest. Her cheeks were streaked with tears, which she angrily wiped away, muttering curses under her breath. Thomas, the blacksmith’s son from her village, had managed to make each day of their escape unbearable. Despite the tragedy of their village being burned to the ground, ...

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Author bio

Hi everyone! I'm a beginner writer, but I have always been passionate about writing stories. I’m currently working on a fantasy trilogy, set in a world filled with magic, ancient creatures, and untold secrets. Here, I’ll be sharing short stories from this universe, exploring characters and places beyond the main plot. Some tales will weave into the larger saga, while others will stand alone, offering new perspectives and adventures from the realms of my fantasy world. Follow along for sneak peeks into the lore, heroes, and mysteries that shape my upcoming series.