Vasuki pranced over the snowy field moving quickly as he tried to ignore the hated feeling of snow on his wings, a substance in abundance here.

Wednesday has come around again, and I’m happy to present this week’s flash fiction. The water flowing down the river shivered. A ripple crossed the current with no discernable cause. “Huh,” Detrime said, dangling from a rope not far above the water. “It’s not natural.” The rocks amplified the whining voice. Glancing, Detrime saw the…

The Ealdors’ disappointment followed me throughout the camp. They watched from the tent’s shadows which snapped in the unrelenting, desert wind. Watched with their disappointment cement my first day in camp.

Xanda leaned against the doorframe regarding me with a scowl. I would have risen to greet her, but the manacles didn’t afford me even that much movement. Instead, I did the only sensible thing I could. I grace her with my best scowl.

Hayden’s ears rang from the wind meandering through the chamber. The air flowed through crevices too slender for his pinky, oblivious to the freedom to move he craved. The few steps the cell afford were not enough.

The Gloom Market’s crowd churned about Nuesti. Straightening from the arcane artifacts she peered about for the disruption’s source.

Astryn stood within the doorway, watching as color faded from the sky. The coming night marred the sunset’s beauty. A night when they would be free.

Others could make her happier.

“I have two things on my mind,” Jerdine declared authoritatively. Her voice carried through the thin walls of the residence, unknowingly making my job easier. I ghosted over the worn wood tracking her by sound.

Adrolore paused before his pile of books catching the sound of his pages conversing nearby. A soft murmur, but enough to disturb. He could not be constantly harried.