Flash Fiction – Page 33 – Mist Glen Moon

Interference’s Reward

Alessia stopped at the door, a shutter gripped in either hand, mouth dropping open. Timothy glanced up from the bench he was slouched on as she entered. The was a scratch under his left eye, which was decidedly on the colorful side of normal. Had he been brawling?

I wish I could tell you that the werewolves survived

Changing Views

Melech tapped his fingers against his other hand’s palm, his pacing accompanied by the rhythmic whirring of the machinery around him. But never the chirp he wanted. Needed. He glared at the comms unit. There should have been something by now.

The house dwarfed everything in the street

Blending Out

Ride shook her head in disbelief. She hadn’t needed to worry about spotting Jamas’ house. Technically, he had followed the restrictions from the Otdun Council. Technically.

Another Damnation

Isabelle frowned at the intricate, deep red lines covering the length of her arms and forced her bile down. Weeks now and she still couldn’t stand the sight. Her bare arms bare a constant reminder of her deal. A reminder Luther Roe relished in, her preferences be damned.

Wolf Mother

Happy Mother’s Day! Mom’s coming in all varieties and personalities. Whatever type you or your mom may be, celebrate in their unique flavor. Today I have a flash fiction about one tough momma. Kalini scrapped her hand over the rough bark of a fallen trunk as she vaulted over. The winds carried a mournful howl,…

Conversation’s End

Gravel churned beneath as I fled to the forest. Behind me the castle soared on the horizon, a dream turned nightmare. I wish I’d never spoken with him. Now, I didn’t even have his name to curse.

Need

“Gneron K75?” Sienna stopped kneading the dough and stared at me like I’d gone mad. She huffed a breath trying to blow a stray lock from her face. A week ago, I would have agreed with her. But that was last week.

Possibility’s End

The age was ending. Yeassi ran, the Rafni stick tucked beneath her arm. The ground churned at her feet and the sky twisted about her. She staggered beaten sideways by a particularly fierce gale compounded with the stone turning to sand beneath her feet. Wrenching her hand from the quickly hardening ground, Yeassi forced herself up. She could not be late.

Baggage

Lanad lay on the cot, to weary to move his arm from where it flopped over his chest or care for the moans of those moving about him. His pain was within. The Wall had fallen. The Mahar had invaded Galocia. And it was all Lanad’s fault.

Witch Way

Gnawing my lip, I scanned the sky as I drug the red wagon over through the ruts. Lissa’d offered to pull. I’d refused, of course. I didn’t need help. I just needed the road to end. We circled a juniper bush and the house appeared.

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Interference’s Reward

Changing Views

Blending Out

Another Damnation

Wolf Mother

Conversation’s End

Need

Possibility’s End

Baggage

Witch Way

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