Fendral, warned by echoing footsteps, tidied up her project before the latest explorer arrived. Fortunately, he didn’t keep her waiting long. His tall frame appeared in the doorway before she drowsed off.
Terrible News
Cain grabbed Ger’s hand, pulling him back. Before them, Jasdine stood a blubbering mess. He didn’t need Ger worsening her mood. Stepping forward he patted her shoulder. “Now there.”
Trafal has Fallen
Trafal has fallen. Not two days ago the cries proclaimed the decree, late one evening. The next day had seen a flurry as all who could left Trafal.
All Times Must End, Part 3
The long awaited third installment of “All Times Must End” has arrived! Why did this installment take so long? Because June was a cruel month this year, robbing me of health and energy. July… July was spent battling production issues and editing (just not this). However, both months are behind me and I am delighted…
Home Again
Kasten was delighted when he pulled into the yard after returning from Glenborough’s Fair. At least he was delighted. Telsilia appeared on the porch glowering at him. She tilted sideways as if he had explaining to do. Kasten was too weary for this.
Iramen’s Light
He heard everything.
Voices crashed over him all connected by Iramen’s Light. The waves beat his mind as he stood within the red glow. Yaiden held arms before himself, as if that created a barrier between him and the voices. It did not.
Etching Perfection
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.
