Ride shook her head in disbelief. She hadn’t needed to worry about spotting Jamas’ house. Technically, he had followed the restrictions from the Otdun Council. Technically.
Wolf Mother
Happy Mother’s Day! Mom’s coming in all varieties and personalities. Whatever type you or your mom may be, celebrate in their unique flavor. Today I have a flash fiction about one tough momma. Kalini scrapped her hand over the rough bark of a fallen trunk as she vaulted over. The winds carried a mournful howl,…
Conversation’s End
Gravel churned beneath as I fled to the forest. Behind me the castle soared on the horizon, a dream turned nightmare. I wish I’d never spoken with him. Now, I didn’t even have his name to curse.
Possibility’s End
The age was ending. Yeassi ran, the Rafni stick tucked beneath her arm. The ground churned at her feet and the sky twisted about her. She staggered beaten sideways by a particularly fierce gale compounded with the stone turning to sand beneath her feet. Wrenching her hand from the quickly hardening ground, Yeassi forced herself up. She could not be late.
Baggage
Lanad lay on the cot, to weary to move his arm from where it flopped over his chest or care for the moans of those moving about him. His pain was within. The Wall had fallen. The Mahar had invaded Galocia. And it was all Lanad’s fault.
Witch Way
Gnawing my lip, I scanned the sky as I drug the red wagon over through the ruts. Lissa’d offered to pull. I’d refused, of course. I didn’t need help. I just needed the road to end. We circled a juniper bush and the house appeared.
Little Things
I hadn’t known what to expect when inspecting the Crendamma House. No one had. No one had passed the red gates in my parent’s memories. Only the queen’s oath of expulsion had granted, grudgingly, this inspection.
Relics
Danny straddled the barrel reaching for the tank’s muzzle abandoned to the edge. City lights glowed distantly, but his goal shone brighter. Reaching for the stem growing from the muzzle, Danny yanked.
Neighbor’s Tapping
Happy St. Patrick’s Day! I’m celebrating with a longer flash fiction inspired by mythology. I hope you enjoy and have a great day and all the rest you wish. Keelan drummed his fingers over the back of the other hand, following the rhythm of the tapping echoing through his home. He should have known better…
Dark Hunts
Bolting through the woods, branches wiped Eand’s face, adding cuts to those already stinging. Boot caught beneath a root, twisting his ankle and dropping him. His hands scrapped branches and dirt, adding more injuries.
