This was a disaster. Sue raced across the ring’s edge dust drifting behind her. She grabbed ahold of Luke’s sleeve. “You have to stop this,” she whispered.
Come
Grating woke me. Heart beating, I sat, held by trembling arms. My head swiveled pinpointing the sound. Was there a hull breach? No, I was dark. Too far from any trade route, debris, hunk of space rocks or anything else. My post’s position had been chosen deliberately, and nine years proved its secrecy.
Mad
Mist drifted through the air as Tilley was marched into the room. Turning her head, she coughed in the goon’s direction. Thomas Brijesh looked up from his workbench, his monocle enlarging his eye garishly. He blinked and tucked the instrument away pressed her into a seat opposite of Thomas. And kept pressing. “I’m down. I’m down,” Tilley said hunching over in the chair. However short they thought her was obviously overestimated.
Story’s Ending
The wind was as unsettled as my nerves as I tucked Sevaum into this bed. Green eyes fluttered open, unfocused. “Shhh,” I soothed.
Guardians
Erieri stood at the nexus and scowled. That clock had not been here a month ago before old Hendat’s retirement. Erieri was new, untested, exhausted, and Hendat was. . . unreachable.
Leaving
“Don’t do this.” I swiveled. Even with light washing her features, I knew it was Sarina in the doorway. “Asher,” her voice broke, “don’t do this.” I turned back to my station, finishing my preparations. Departure was only an hour away.
Excessive
This is Ollie’s third outing my flash fiction. Let me know if you’d like to see more of her in the comments below. The door creaked and dust puffed up from the floor. I twitched my nose looking into the room. Shelf, after shelf, after shelf. Each filled with more books than I’d wanted to…
Not a Dream
The stars were dancing above. Declan swayed slightly to the side as hands grasped his shoulders. He twisted looking behind him. She stood there, as tall as he with hair the color of a flame and her gown to match. A warm fire calling him to stay and warm himself. He would have almost thought the wings part of the gown if he hadn’t seen them connect to her flesh.
Faces
I’d thought escaping the mirror would be the hard part. I’d been hopeful as I loped out of the cave. That feeling deserted me though as I’d been tied up with way too much firewood around me. This was her fault.
The Lost
Jud stood in front of the notice board thumbs tucked into his belt loops. People milled about him, all fifty or older he knew. Milled searching the endless wall of photos.
