Cold seeped through Arlobin’s worn trousers. His palm pressed firmly against the rough stone and felt the chill equally. Even so, he knelt, tracing and retracing the runes in chalk.
Inexplicable Happenstances
Alberta sprawled on the ground with a mostly unobstructed view of the night sky above her. As the snow soaked slowly through her clothing she grappled with which part of her predicament puzzled her the most. That she’d fallen over the bonnet of his car hadn’t made the list.
Light and Laughter
Laughter and light drifted from the street. The sound fluttered over the eaves, teasing Dwayde with merriment beyond his reach. Always beyond. Twisting on his perch, Dwayde ran a hand over his aching muscles. What would it be like to join them for one night?
All Times Must End, Part 1
I hope you hadn’t thought the flash fiction story presented this morning was it for today. No! Not on the very anniversary of the flash fiction! Not on the auspicious day of 11 years of creation! All that time ago, I did not know where starting this blog would lead. I doubt I thought I would still be at it 11 years later. I just knew I was enjoying the ride.
Uneased Relations
“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.
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…
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.
