Timothy slouched, his elbows pressing into his legs were the only things keeping him falling off the bench. He’d never been so exhausted.
Little Things
I hadn’t known what to expect when inspecting the Crendamma House. No one had. No one had passed the red gates in my parent’s memories. Only the queen’s oath of expulsion had granted, grudgingly, this inspection.
Relics
Danny straddled the barrel reaching for the tank’s muzzle abandoned to the edge. City lights glowed distantly, but his goal shone brighter. Reaching for the stem growing from the muzzle, Danny yanked.
Beyond Silence
Raizel touched the screen’s frame. The metal casing was cold, and she burned with excitement. Not that she dared with the dust dulled screen. What if this image vanished?
Neighbor’s Tapping
Happy St. Patrick’s Day! I’m celebrating with a longer flash fiction inspired by mythology. I hope you enjoy and have a great day and all the rest you wish. Keelan drummed his fingers over the back of the other hand, following the rhythm of the tapping echoing through his home. He should have known better…
History Bygone
Barely noticing the ticking, whirring, and plumes of mist surrounding me, I sat with my hands on either side of the device. No matter how I stared, the glass remained dull. This wasn’t possible.
Dark Hunts
Bolting through the woods, branches wiped Eand’s face, adding cuts to those already stinging. Boot caught beneath a root, twisting his ankle and dropping him. His hands scrapped branches and dirt, adding more injuries.
Acumen
The ship rocked as vectored for approach to Nott Terminal. Asher hunched in his seat listening to bolts screech from torque. From that, and from the man flailing next to him.
Beyond
Metal rattled crashing against stone. Legedon jerked, pushing himself to his knees. Other heads popped up trying to spot the clamor as well.
Leverage
Happy President’s day! For this holiday I’ve got a flash fiction for your that takes a look at some less then lofty leadership, but not because she is incompetent. The farmhouse creaked behind her as she stepped off the deck. Her hands clutched her white skirts, simultaneously preventing her from tripping and giving her something…
