The Risen
It started like any other night, especially when the veil was thin. Our small seaside village welcomed the spirits of those who were lost at sea in the past year. Our priestess, pale-skinned and ethereal-looking, adorned in the colors of the deep ocean, had already started preparing for this night’s work. I watched in amazement. My lifelong aspiration was to train as a priestess, welcoming the deceased and guiding them to the realms beyond. I wouldn’t be of age for training for at least […]https://ceriashwardauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/28/the-risen/
A Post Apocalyptic Siren’s Song
A soft humming rode the wind—strange, yet familiar. The tune teased his memory, as if it had followed him since childhood. He had never seen a person—or any creature—linked to the sound. For years, he dismissed it as a sound from the old power lines, long abandoned in this changed world. But today, the humming was different. There was a proper voice associated with it, if only he could find where that voice was coming from. He moved like a shadow through ruins he’d never dared to […]https://ceriashwardauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/27/a-post-apocalyptic-sirens-song/
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