Anne sighed. Her charge, whom she nicknamed “Mouse,” ran on thick, short little legs around the yard, stumbling over the short hillocks of grass. Her stubby fingers extended in front of her like feelers, alert for danger. “Look…” Anne trailed … Continue reading →
As I am writing my flash a day prompts, I realized I’m writing a longer story with Fenton and Kilasha. Accordingly, I think I’ll split them off into their own little corral and return to the flashes, writing discrete stories … Continue reading →
After ascending one level, Fenton realized that Gray was right behind him. He whirled in sudden fury and slammed the taller man against the wall. “Gods damn you, Mage! Had you allowed me to speak to her in peace, she … Continue reading →
Kilasha watched Fenton’s retreating back grimly. The leather vest he wore over his clothing when inside was richly tooled, designs tracing the entire surface. Her fingers itched to explore it. She closed her eyes, more to refocus herself than anything … Continue reading →
Captain Fenton Meriwether moved down the stairs to the cells beneath the castle, his steel shod boots echoing back against the stone. After a moment, he heard a second set of footfalls and slowed, curious. A flash of midnight blue … Continue reading →
Kilasha caught a thermal and rose nearly a hundred feet before she could even blink. A crosswind buffeted her into a sudden calm pocket. The rain pelted her while she floated, her silks stirring a little in the air, and … Continue reading →
“She what?” Gray demanded. “She flew away. Sir,” Malkin added. The youngster blinked earnestly at the mage, almost vibrating with sincerity. “Flew away.” Fenton wanted to laugh at the expression on Gray’s face, but knew it would hurt Malkin’s feelings. … Continue reading →
The FFC Theme for March is alphabet/numerals. 1,000 word limit. By letters, they mean alphabet letters. This can take you anywhere you can imagine and follow any genre. The numbers can be numerals of any flavor. Arabic numerals, Roman numerals, … Continue reading →
Prompt for February 15th: You are a middle-aged woman. You are dressed all in black. You are walking in New York’s Central Park. It’s night. Who are you, and what are you doing?
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