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The only thing the dark elves and the faerie elves ever agreed on was what to do with a coward. For a coward the choice was between earth or the dark elves' way. The first meant to be buried alive in a grave with worms that burrowed and savored their meals as their secretions triggered … Continue reading Day 28 [Flash Fiction] The Odd Winter
Everything was drowning in something and everyone, swimming towards the same shore. Alcohol flowed from silver taps and went into glasses with names like ales, porters and stouts. Cigarette smoke and vapors rose above the patio as inelegant clouds, leaving beneath them the smell of burning tobacco laced with the stench of searing fruits. Boredom … Continue reading Jack Johnson in Purgatory
My ears turned deaf and I sat with a dumb expression as Detective Redding went on explaining himself. The rage was like a brooding storm, as I sneered at the back of his seat. Before I could speak, Luna’s hand fell over mine and gave it a protective squeeze. The fear in the look she … Continue reading 05.Dragons Before Ice Cream
For once Luna didn't interrupt as I finished telling her what had happened. She didn't move at all except when I mentioned standing up for Samantha. Her lips pulled back into a cold smirk and the pride in her eyes flashed like a cobra's tongue. It was also a show of toughness that I didn't need. Not as along as … Continue reading 04. Code of Desperation
This is a fictional work and a free writing exercise. The Prompt used: Streetlight Manifesto-- "A moment of Silence" I remembered the words the way I remember every bad thing I had ever done. By their result. A song playing somewhere in the past, predicting my moves right up until the point of no return--the price included. There were … Continue reading Freewrite #2: Towards The Last Chance
There were four walls, a mirror, and the table that we were sitting at. Detective Redding sat with his fingers just touching the edge of his coffee cup, staring at me--waiting. The smell of roasted coffee was losing to the stench of sweat and filth in the air. With the handcuffs forcing my hands together, … Continue reading 03.The Silent Knight
I woke up to the sound of nails scratching on glass. Peeling my face off the pillow I threw off the comforter with a sour residue on my tongue. When my jaw lowers to yawn there’s a sound like crushing glass beneath my ear, followed by all the pain packed within a right hook. Every … Continue reading 02. Chivalry for Dummies
She looks at me eyes sparkling with fear, hope and something that should break my heart. Something that saw me as the knight that I wasn't. At least not the type to fall in love with the damsel he rescued.
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