On Friday everything changed. Today the dragon guardians would leave for the islands with those dragons who had survived the wars. No longer would this be the City of Dragons it once was. Dragons trailed our ships as we started towards our new home. It seemed that both our races had suffered hurts we could… Continue reading Flash Fiction: Once There Were Dragons
Last week was the final Flash!Friday competition. *weeps* For my two stories I decided to expand on some of the other worlds I’ve created in my stories written for Flash! Friday. The first story, “Immortālis” takes place in the same world as, “Momento Mori” (which is why I chose this specific title). Here’s “Immortālis” and,… Continue reading Flash Fiction: Photographs and Immortality
For last week’s Flash! Friday, you had to include a dragon, and I ended up doing a part 2 of another flash piece I’d written for Flash! Friday a few months ago, titled “After the Sea Monsters”. It’s technically set in the same world as my NaNoWriMo work for this year, though quite a few… Continue reading Flash Fiction Double Feature – Dragons!
The hunter clutched the gory package to his chest as he entered the room...
The almost-forgotten shadow-soul stalks the city’s streets at night. It moves between the flickering yellow lights lit in the streets to keep it away...
Homecoming I came back from the sea when the moon was full. The houses were so close to the beach that the sand and broken shells were trampled into the narrow streets. Over the whole place hung the smell of home. The smell of cooking and spices drifted on the salt air, ruffling my hair… Continue reading Flash Fiction: Homecoming & Echoes of Life
“The pilgrim’s road is ten thousand steps,” the priest had said and asked for volunteers. One stepped from the crowd. “I shall take the relic,” he said. And all knew that he was lost to them. Some sobbed openly. The Pilgrim stumbled along and reached the last hill. With him pilgrims from other towns and… Continue reading Flash Fiction: The Last Relic
Glass tubes filled with green fluid wound their way over the workbench like branches of ivy. Here and there beakers stood above blue flames, their contents boiling. At another table the creator stood crouched above his humanoid creation with a wooden face carved in the likeness of a child. Metal and brass gears glinted in… Continue reading Flash Fiction: The Nightmare
Here’s the stories of the week - just enough to read in a tea break!
"You have five minutes.” The young woman picked her way down the dank steps to the cell. There a man not older than twenty sat with his head in his hands. Chains linked his hands and feet. His smile was uncertain when he noticed her and stood up. She was dressed in the dark mourning… Continue reading Mourning Clothes