“Why are you here?”

I don’t know how I knew the rumbling voice spoke those words. If one could call the clashing harmonics words. But I knew.

Lothain knelt beside the fire, feeding it bits of kindling as the light and warmth slowly increased. The feat had taken too long on the drizzly night with his powers spent.

Vasuki pranced over the snowy field moving quickly as he tried to ignore the hated feeling of snow on his wings, a substance in abundance here.

Wednesday has come around again, and I’m happy to present this week’s flash fiction. The water flowing down the river shivered. A ripple crossed the current with no discernable cause. “Huh,” Detrime said, dangling from a rope not far above the water. “It’s not natural.” The rocks amplified the whining voice. Glancing, Detrime saw the…

The Ealdors’ disappointment followed me throughout the camp. They watched from the tent’s shadows which snapped in the unrelenting, desert wind. Watched with their disappointment cement my first day in camp.

Xanda leaned against the doorframe regarding me with a scowl. I would have risen to greet her, but the manacles didn’t afford me even that much movement. Instead, I did the only sensible thing I could. I grace her with my best scowl.

Hayden’s ears rang from the wind meandering through the chamber. The air flowed through crevices too slender for his pinky, oblivious to the freedom to move he craved. The few steps the cell afford were not enough.

The Gloom Market’s crowd churned about Nuesti. Straightening from the arcane artifacts she peered about for the disruption’s source.