The front gave a low groan with the deliberation of guilt. Wiping her hands on her apron, Aerith marched from her kitchen to the hallway.
Offhand
The door swung shut, slamming against Amos as he hesitated on the threshold. He shuffled forward, crossed the room, and plopped his elbows on the bar. Leaning forward, he stared at the Tender, Lloyd, around the other patrons.
Seeress
Kevanth grudgingly noted that even in defeat Nadrith presence commanded. She walked straight backed and chin high. Even her arms seemed casually angled together. Only the heavy manacles dragging on her wrists spoke the truth.
Questionable Morals
Lasym wished the only sound were the soft rustle of sand shifting over stone. He wished that, but the constant flick of nails against each other was dysrhythmic and nerve wracking. “Would you knock that off,” he snapped turning to face Ellel.
Imaginative Sight
This week’s entry is a bit different, a bit long than normal, and covers two prompts. Because this week, the flash fiction stories for Wednesday Words are in Tribute to David Farland. David passed away on January 14th and we morn the loss of a mentor, supporter, and friend. I along with so many other…
Shalt See
THOU SHALT SEE THAT IT IS BARREN.
The green world blurred stretching into dusty yellows. Helia rubbed her tongue over her drying mouth. Closing her eyes, she shook her head vehemently. “Get out of my head, Sandiel.”
Darkest Night
The sky burned. Pausing in the postern gate, Bethon Haley’s eyes widened as she drank in the sight. She wasn’t the only one noticing. Servants had paused in their evening preparations to stare at the sky pointing, whispering, and a handful of voices broke with panic. She didn’t share in the current of panic pushing again her. No, her worry was that even a blind fool wouldn’t miss this. Which assured her that King Gauwill, even cloistered within the court hall, would notice shortly.
Angelic
Isabelle flipped her black hair over her shoulder, glowing at the light burst and the figure disappearing into it. More annoyed at the boy tracking the movement with undisguised adoration in his eyes. How was she supposed to cure him of such veneration?
On the Wind
A glint lay on the table offering the slightest of illumination. Enough to see the outline of the woman sitting across the table from me, but not her expression. The man at the window was less. I couldn’t even swear to his name being Zyn. She might’ve said that once too quickly for certainty.
A Quest for Fane
Raffin Fane gripped the latch to my chambers closed door as if that contact spared him contamination. I glowered and he wrenched his hand free as if burned. I turned my attention back to my hearth.
