A World Plunged Into Dar-- no, Beach-ness!Tags: armor swimsuit solo 1girlA World Plunged Into Dar-- no, Beach-ness!14 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
The destined Hero really thought that was the end of the story. A bad ending. He could no longer feel the presence of the spirit guiding him (the "player" if you will) nor could he longer put up a resistance against the Devil. She had won and his world as he knew it would soon be over. He glowered at the crumpled body of the Sorceror Emperor, barely trying to stand in a body that was not infused with destiny. That was soft in all these strange places, a voice he didn't recognize echoing in his ears as he breathed. To his surprise, the Devil -- Leena -- walked over and kicked the corpse of the Emperor in the head before... siphoning something out of him and storing it in a gem. The gem clouded, swirled and glowed malefic colors as if it was pulling darkness to it. She pocketed the gem before, of all things, turning and helping the defeated hero
DropHe gasped; icy Antarctic seawater became molten iron in his lungs. There wasn't room for anything else. Arms and legs numb, might as well have been gone. Lips and nose, painful, hard, frozen. He closed his eyes, let his mind swim up, past the ice and blowing snow, through the tent, across a tundra he'd once thought naked, but that had become a living thing all its own: blue shadows, moving specks of arctic fox between the drifts, glittering sun dashed into billions of pieces on ancient glaciers. Leopard seals blinking frosted eyelashes.Drop19 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
All the way back to Cairo, to the heat and dusty air, to the room above the card parlor. Into sheets shuffled across sweating torsos and down muscular limbs.
Jack, far above, holding the broken line. Screaming. Noise lost to the underwater kingdom.
Both sides of the icewall shifted. The ravine, almost imperceptibly, closed.
Water like fire: Thad opened his mouth, knives piercing his everywhere.
And gone. The cold, the fire, the numbness, all replaced by
WM27 #4: DreamsTaming attempt 3 or 4WM27 #4: Dreams21 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Amelia pulled the mass of unruly curls into a semblance of a pony before pulling on her traditional Iñupiat parka as she headed out of the small hut that served as… well she guessed she could call it home. In truth it was more of a place to dump her books, equipment and random bits and bobs a person like her collected in the wilds: various skulls, pelts, food et cetera. The parka had sown by the women of a small tribe she’d stayed with too many miles above the Arctic Circle and it had served her well in the years since, protecting her from the winters and their cruel winds that would oft blow from the Bering Sea, making temperatures plummet to well past 50 below. The part she valued most was the wolverine fur hood that had that particular quality of not collecting ice crystals – it really could make all the difference.
It was still dark outside, but moon bathed the landscape in intermittent silvery light when it emerged from behind the