A crackle of static burst from the speakers proceeding the incoming communication. “How’s the view from the lighthouse?” a chipper voice asked interrupting my quiet.
No Cause for Alarm
I could not believe that Raydan, a Master of History, sat calmly among his books with his feet up as the city shook to its foundation. “Raydan!”
Remember
Trenon jerked his gaze from the depths certain he’d misheard Nurdeen. “Excuse me?” he asked.
Dismissed
Mirsten, Lord of the Flames, paced his Great Hall. Glowering at the entry, he twisted his staff between his hands. The gloomfell doors remained stubbornly closed. Stopping, he banged his staff and sent a boom echoing through the chamber.
Thank You for the Years
Thank you for reading my flash fiction tales. I’ve enjoyed writing these stories weekly since story which released on June 4, 2014. They have allowed me to take glimpses into the myriad of worlds which live in my imagination and allow you to enjoy the wonder as well. No, the last story you read is…
