IN A DREAM YOU SAW A WAY TO SURVIVEdon't let them fool you; everything's a road. not necessarily the kind with street signs and neon markers, or even the kind you can walk down or kneel on. but those roads pass few and far between, and they don't you offer much. real life's got no time for no brick freeways for no fast princesses. no, the best roads are the ones that don't lead. they're the roads you gotta carve out with knives like heels and soles, the ones that drag down at your feet across the tar. the drum-roads. they face your music.IN A DREAM YOU SAW A WAY TO SURVIVE1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
for example: a space left in a room, filled even with sky, is cut for chase and mastery. there is a road in that space, just like there is road in all things. the challenge, then, lies in its excavation—a place to fit these thousands of hands and feet that imprint in their respective angles and fixtures. carve deep enough, and you will find a meaning before you even find your footing. it ain't quick and it ain't cheap, but it's honest. and sure, the safer game's to fall in and cu
Creative ControlYou arrive at the salon you've been visiting for the last few years, it's mostly girls but the hairdressers know how to work your long hair and you don't see the negatives of having beautiful woman up close to you throughout the haircut. Emma greets you by name as you walk in to the door, she sits alone at the desk with the rest of the room empty, only filled with feminine beauty products sprawled across the room - unrecognizable makeup, polish and all sorts. You have made a reasonable friendship with Emma over the years and she recognizes what you would like. When she asks what you would like you decide to give her creative control on a new look. She responds with a smile and offers a facial and manipedi to go with it - hinting that the ladies like a well groomed man. You trust her to make you look good and agree. She writes down the order on a receipt and leads you to the lockers - "Just put your socks, shoes and jacket in this open locker - the combination is inside the door so youCreative Control1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Cold Moment - 7 Hawke rubbed her tankard with her fingers as she rested her hand against it, eyes staring into the depths of its contents. She was only half listening as Varric relayed the events of the past four days to Merril and Isabela, imbelishments included. Focused, instead, on the thoughts shifting through her mind. Thoughts of concern for Fenris. He had been so very distant from everything since Aveline had told him she had the information he was seeking. Seeming as though he were lost within himself, maintaining utter silence. Not even offering complaint as Anders worked healing magic on his wounds that day. And since, had not been heard from or seen.The Cold Moment - 71 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Even now, the weekly evening session of Wicked Grace was without his presence. A disconcerting fact as he never missed it. Usually, Allora was not apart of this weekly meeting, not typically interested in gambling or more than a drink or two. On this particular day she had asked to join in, however, intent on reaching out to him.