A dozen beauties

A 'Drabble' The Tull Desert was neutral territory; the rebels knew its every rock. Fing felt comfortable enough meeting there, especially as his forces were holding Prince Quorda hostage back in Phemmerr. Feiveen and his men were already waiting. "Name your price, rebel," he declared, shattered. "We demand full independence from Kuvuk." "So be it.… Continue reading A dozen beauties

Picturesque memories of sunshine

Fire always drew him, conjuring picturesque memories of sunshine. He recalled the profound impact of seeing his first glorious rainbow as a lad... O, how delightfully that sun had refracted through those suspended droplets! Smiling, Vadim shook himself out of his reverie and, appreciatively, licked the last salty hint of blood from his lips. This… Continue reading Picturesque memories of sunshine

Not the word for clothing

Liss had only been taught a smattering of vernacular terms in Daidanese, enabling Master's servants to attend to her most basic needs. He'd taught her the essentials: bathroom, hungry, cold, hot… but not the word for clothing, of course. That was entirely his prerogative. Her luxurious chambers had been designed and created by the Kingdom's… Continue reading Not the word for clothing

Unimaginable to tender minds

d’Verse prosery In every generation, words were left unspoken between parents and children. Some, unimaginable to tender minds. Some elders harbored the traumas of their youths to their families' detriments in ultimately futile attempts to protect them. Others remained incapable of acknowledging, let alone processing, the damage they'd suffered. These were the most dangerous. Beaten… Continue reading Unimaginable to tender minds

Peering through her Mech-a-Boo

As her classmates departed with zest for their kickball game, Michelle murmured her apology. She wanted to test her new invention. Peering through her Mech-a-Boo, Michelle turned towards the wall of the principal's office... Just as he was kissing his secretary. “Clockwork Eyes” by Mick Ryan This piece of flash fiction was written in response… Continue reading Peering through her Mech-a-Boo

The inglorious, concealed bunker

The people's outcry at Robison's murder had been unexpected. Who'd known that the damned gadfly had been so beloved?! Weren't talk show hosts merely a dime a dozen? Lord Greer frowned as he recalled his nighttime flight to the inglorious, concealed bunker, deep in the forest. He had been in hiding for weeks. Suddenly, Greer's… Continue reading The inglorious, concealed bunker

Her beloved’s deep chocolate eyes

Light stretched contentedly, tracing her fingers along Dark's sinewy body. Last night's lovemaking had left her spent and euphoric, as always. Soon they would bathe together and get into character for the daily augury. Dark murmured with pleasure and then, frowning, turned towards her lover. "I'm tired of the staged ceremonies, my love. I think…… Continue reading Her beloved’s deep chocolate eyes

Up towards the vortex

d’Verse prosery Even as the King's mages work desperately to repair my charred eyes, I cannot help but clutch my fists apprehensively, for how can I be sure I shall see again? The world on the first of May was peaceful, no different than the last of April, really, although the skies seemed just a… Continue reading Up towards the vortex