Tag: Short Story

Heart, Felt – Part Five

The rains began to grow weaker after some time. Not in any meaningful way, but the torrent of bullets tearing down from on high slowed marginally enough that they wouldn’t sting upon contact. Which, was evidently enough to provoke Jinny to get up and walk around.

Heart, Felt – Part Four

“I wished in that moment for the stitches to tear from my lips and allow me a moment to speak, to break the barrier between myself and these humans to whom I’d indebted so much of my life, but I was unable…”

Heart, Felt – Part Three

What ever feeling was summoned by the combined group of McDermotts in the closet of their home brought about a sort of peace I’d not seen since I left my station in the Ivory Tower. They were, despite the rotting of the day, calm in the relative comfort of their coat closet.

Heart, Felt – Part Two

Lillia and Marcos fled into the room, and, quite unfortunately left me to be taken by the swelling waters of the basement. To my great pleasure, it did not remain this way.

Heart, Felt – Part One

This writing is to communicate to you the reason I believe the humans should be spared, with firsthand experience with them for centuries thanks to your punishment I have come to know that there are few things young humans love more than the comfort of a soft, although somewhat musty, teddy bear.

[SOW] Chapter Five, Part One: A Taste of Hope

“Don’t touch her.” 

The woman’s voice was cold, emotionless. Klauven didn’t react as he crouched over her and dragged the tip of his knife across Emry’s side. Blood seeped from the wound, tickling her as it slid across her bruised skin.

Woven as Burlap

The value of a truly memorable engagement ring is not embedded in the amount of gold it is worth, or the cut of the gem. It is rather in the manner by which it was chosen. The exchange of coins for a gold band means little when the jewelry received is not chosen with care.

[SOW] Chapter Four, Part Two: Revenge for the Coinless

“They deserved it.” She muttered, pushing herself to her feet as she looked past the dead guards and into the Camps where she saw Haim’s body, limp and stained with blood. Cradled in the arms of his mother.

“My baby boy…” She whimpered, and Sekhenna turned away.

Taller Than Trees

“In the morning when another stumbled from his dreams, he awoke and saw a marvelous and frightening thing. Upon the wall in the crowded corner of the cave stood a cut upon the stone, which would fit him perfectly today. So he released his swollen coat and strode across the floor until he found himself inside the door. Or perhaps it was a tunnel, made especially for him to go, but one thing he held for certain, the purpose of the hole was something he must know.”

Bloodfall: The Firstborn

Despite everything, this all began with Mayeli Kane, and she still hadn’t been found. Over the last few days, she’d forgotten that Olem had been searching for over a month for any trace of the girl, the bags under his bloodshot eyes told her more than enough times that he’d been without sleep for who knows how lon

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