This was written for Cracked Flash Fiction last week. The first two sentences were the prompts. It’s again a snippet of story set in Airtha-Eyrassa.
“Don’t feel bad. I’m pretty hard to kill.” The voice was inside her head, but it was the wizard’s voice nonetheless.
“It is too late to turn back – for all of us,” I said. “We have to go on. We … More
“What does she hunt?” the youngest asked. The tips of red gnome hats could be seen sticking up through the tall grass.
“Sister, you must weave the final strand,” Tomorrow said. She watched Ansgar in the reflection of the pool next to which she sat. “The thread has been cut.”
Dust. All around her was dust. It was piled on the stone shelves and against the walls of living stone. … More
“More sure than I have ever been about anything in my life,” Trevor answered and patted the side of the moon rocket.
This is a translation of the story “Dust Red As Blood”, which you can read by scrolling further down the … More
“Raise the flag!” Children laughed and played on a disused fishing boat stranded on the white beach sand, oblivious to … More
This past week and weekend has been spent mostly on studies, creating a gift for a baby shower, and also some writing – yay!