Howl of the WolfMerlin had been out, striding long steps in the blackness of the night, his black velvet-like cape billowing behind him. In truth, he was not bound to the prison to which Nimue wished to have kept him.Howl of the Wolf4 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Now he strode, the chill air fresh against his cheeks and he smiled at the wonder of being alive. The piercing sound of a nearby wolf rent the air and he enjoyed it. While others might have shivered in terror at the closeness of an enemy, the magician merely found it soothing. He had faced far greater dangers in the past and survived. Besides, there was nothing quite as comforting on a dark night as the feel of a sharp, cold steel blade in your hand; a hand that was trained in its use and well exercised in the power to use it.
The wolf howled, closer still. Merlin knew that it would not attack because wild creatures somehow felt the presence of mortal danger. Oh that humans had the same sense!
At first Merlin had been convinced that Nimue loved him and he didn't realize that
The Shadow WeaverI can't remember anymore how long it's been. When this cell was first built or when I started calling it home, neither one matters. The moon shines through a crack in the wall—there are no windows here, just broken places where I can peer out into the world from time to time. I don't see much of it really, for it's night here so often. Don't ask me for the day, for the time, I gave up trying to count once the minutes blurred into seconds and every day took on the same mask so I could not tell the difference between any of them. I've given up trying to remember as well, what does it matter when today looks exactly as yesterday is? It's meaningless, don't you see?The Shadow Weaver6 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
There's not much to do here in this little place. They don't give me anything I ask for, I say they, for I don't know whose fault it is why I'm here. Who built this cell around me. Why I can't get out. Sometimes I think it might be me, but then again I know it can't just be me alone, because then I wouldn't have my play t
I have a question for you. I have a question for you.I have a question for you.3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
It’s a simple question, but it might be hard to answer, considering.
I get you might not want to answer it, but I want you to try.
As the day dies and the sun is lowered into its horizon casket, cape of orange and red trailing obediently, I sit sort-of above a staring Longshot, dim eyes focusing on the vague vicinity of my face. So far he’s been waiting for me to belt out my filler words and he looks like he could listen forever, but that could be the belly full of toxins giving him the cool, calm and collected stance, if it is a stance, sprawled on the bathroom floor.
I wonder how much of this is actually registering.
Are you insane, I ask.
He swings his head around, smile creasing all the way around his face, fangs shining and eyes shut softly.