“Where is that incompetent–” Myrill missed what epitaph Othid pared with incompetent. Still, the bellow was all the warning he needed. Sweeping the open tome from the stand he dumped in the chest beside the cauldron.
Twist of Path
Examining the network of roadways, Andreena believed herself mad. The overpass went under the highway. Her mind couldn’t comprehend how. She felt like she stared at a twisted painting, looping on itself.
The Girl with Star Fall Hair
“Do you see her?” Vale nudge Tanth.
Tanth squinted through the club’s pulsing lights. “Where?”
Charcoal Doom
Gilbrant nearly walked out of the dining hall the moment he entered. Nose crinkling, he managed to make himself stay. The air reeked, the scent of burnt toast making him paranoid. Clearing his throat, he strode forward and seated himself at an empty end of the table.
Escape Lock
The portal clung to Ilan as he reluctantly stepped through. The mission had seemed enticing from the description. An alter-realm in peril, a riddle which time had been unable to unravel, and the promise of weeks spent out of base. Even months if he’d been lucky.
Curse and Counter
Wednesday has come around again, and I’m happy to present this week’s flash fiction. Vesna jumped when the staff struck stone tiles behind her. The jar rattled as she placed it on the shelf. Tucking her hands behind her back, she turned and inclined her head to Rylith. His appearance’s timing was too coincidental for…
A Matter of Perspective
The familiar can change in a moment, viewed from an angle we don’t recognize or haven’t considered. This past week, I ventured off to California to cheer on this year’s winners of Writers and Illustrators of the Future, and before the awards gala, I found myself pondering a different perspective. That of looking back. For…
On Such a Night
Darkness had taken a break for the night. Instead, the sky glowed an eerie red, trapping Grace within the cave’s confines. The closest cavern when the horns had echoed the length of the canyon.
Shepherd’s Will
“I was particularly sensible as a child.” The indignation coating those words ranked among the strongest I’d heard. Serving as a shepherd for the deceased, I’d encountered more self-aggrandized individuals than I cared to recall.
Lost Nights
Calder rode in a daze, not comprehending what Perdyn and Sorrel said around him. He knew they were speaking. Their voices pecked at his brain like gnats swarming a horse. He just could not care.
