Subterraneo for LatinosUnidosLa vela se extingue y la oscuridad envuelve a Micael. Desesperado, busca salir a la superficie. Sus manos están adoloridas, por el antebrazo siente pequeñas gotas cayendo, mas no sabe si es la humedad de la pared que se le ha pegado al cuerpo o su propia sangre.
Continúa avanzando, cada vez más despacio. La fría inmundicia del agua vulnera los tobillos y hace que se tambalee a cada paso. Se ha acostumbrado al olor de las cloacas.
Micael se detiene un instante para escuchar si lo siguen, pero sus oídos solo detectan el rumor del agua a sus pies y el eco de su respiración. Quizás aún no lo han descubierto.
Camina un largo trecho sin comprender adónde se dirige. Escucha algo, se detiene para oír mejor: pasos que se acercan, también ladridos. Asustado intenta correr por el pasillo, se aproximan, tropieza, se pone de pie y continua corriendo; la brecha se hace más corta, la luz a sus espaldas le permite ver por dond
Full Steam, chapter 1Full Steam, chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Marguerite Butler burst into the Hotel's Saloon. She ignored the angry comments of a man she accidentally pushed to the side and looked around desperately for a hiding place. There was none, at least none that she could reach before they caught up with her. Marguerite turned around, watching the swinging doors she had just crossed, half in fear half in defiance, and took from underneath her dress's bodice a heavy wad of bills.
-"I need to reach Boston in less than a week! There will be five thousand dollars for those who help me get there within that time... two thousand now, the rest when we reach Boston!" she said in a high-pitched and desperate voice.
A group of men began to stand, greed in their eyes, but as one they sat back down, their faces pale with fear as the doors opened and let in a handsome man. He was dressed in a white and expensive leather suit with silver ornaments; his light blond hair was covered by an immaculate white hat. He was soon followed by a group of unsavory
No Road Back Home, part 2Jordan Fenix.No Road Back Home, part 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The name hit a nerve.
How could Norn Hannah Kappel not recognize one of her children, one of the girls she helped bring into the world? Now she could see it clearly. Jordan's features: her emerald eyes and pale skin. They were those of her mother, just finer due to her elven blood. Whereas her mother had been possessed of long, red hair, Jordan had shorter black hair. Nevertheless, she was her mother's daughter; she had the same soft smile. Her ears were pointed and her eyes deep and full of purpose just like her father. She was the same height as her mother, just a bit taller than Hannah herself, but she was athletic and fit for combat.
The Norn lowered her face and took the girl's hands on her own. "Child, forgive them! I am sorry my dear child, I didn't know."
Jordan looked a bit embarrassed. "It's fine Norn. I understand the people in the region have suffered. I can't really blame them."
"And yet you do, don't you?" Hannah's voice was but a whisper, her eyes still dow
No Road Back Home, part 1The girl's silvery armor looked out of place on the unkempt road. Though she saw, through the light mist, that the badlands and dark forest were behind her, she did not feel at ease as she approached the pastoral fields and homely farms that bordered her destination. There was no traffic on the road. She knew well that the town ahead didn't expect many visitors these days, especially not from the southwest.No Road Back Home, part 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The town of Canterwall and its attached lands were some of the most bountiful in the country. The land's fertility was both a blessing and a curse. Its bounty brought riches and a good life in exchange for hard, honest work. The curse was the land's location, being the westernmost province of Ustalav. To the west, the badlands of the Belkzen spewed forth bandits and orcs who pillaged and looted. It was for this reason that every citizen was also a local militiamen and held weapons at home. To the south lay the cursed lands of Vyrlich, where the evil taint of the Whispering Tyrant co
J01: Decisions of FaithJordan watched the city's gate from her window, her body pushed close to the wall. It was the third time she had done so that day. Another group of soldiers and displaced farmers was returning from the fierce battles with the orcs. As always the temple's priests attended the wounded and helped the others while Jordan observed in secret.J01: Decisions of Faith5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The girl returned to her desk and studies. The vortex of expectations, regrets and righteousness mixing in her heart left Jordan's mouth with a bittersweet taste.
Before she could concentrate again on her studies, someone knocked on her door. She stared at the wood anxiously, filled with excitement and expectation. She breathed deeply and prayed to Iomedae for patience and calmness, just as she did yesterday, and the day before that.
-Myrna, please come in.
A smiling, golden haired girl opened the door. She was wearing a silver tunic with a golden sword and cross of Iomedae embroidered on her chest, identical to the one worn by Jordan, excep
Life in Korvosa, Part 2Life in Korvosa, Part 24 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
surrounded by a great nothingness, the smell of incense and alcohol making me dizzy. Whenever I moan something fresh is brought against my face and then the pain is gone. I can hear voices in the darkness; I search for them to no avail. I can hear something else too, something I easily recognize: the musical sound of silver against silver in the eternal abadarite dance of money changing hands.
"I am sorry, this is not enough".
The darkness was full of clanking sounds and dry heat. That wasn't what disturbed Natalia. She was used to such sounds, having grow up in the forge. What disturbed her was a certain noise of silver against iron that created a peculiar ring. She opened her eyes slowly and searched for the distinct sound in the darkness. Listening through the louder noises wasn't easy for the untrained, but she not only had years to learn, she enjoyed it.
"Hey there! Are you alive?"
A woman below looked up to her, appeared worried as she hit the pipe-works with a dagge
Life in Korvosa, part 1Life in Korvosa, part 15 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The pain was unbearable.
An agonizing wait filled the space between each new drop falling - my face became a burning sea, each new drop a wave of fire. Held in eternity, I waited for the next wave, dreading that fire, but it never came. Instead, scared and angry screams replaced the laughter to which I had become far too accustomed.
The soft familiar sound of leather boots became too slowly distant and the clamor of steel followed. A metal arm grabbed at me. I made myself small; I tried to move away. But the arm grabbed me anyway. Then I heard the voice and stopped struggling. "By the Vault's Perfect Key, what did those animals do to you?"
The hard soil was gone; instead arms of icy steel cradled me.
The pain was unbearable, but that was good... it meant I would live.
Natalia leaned against a store wall, silent and calm except for her left hand. In it she held a cruel looking switchblade which she flipped open, habitually, every so often in a casual automatic movement requ
White Shadows, Cha 1 Part 2White Shadows, Cha 1 Part 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The girl fell, gasping for air and contorting in pain, a couple of meters away from the strength of the infernal blow. But her strategy and tactic had paid off.
The Bishop had expected his sudden movement to take the sacred avenger off-guard. He has miscalculated. As the Bishop had pulled her, she had jumped forward, using the inquisitor's own strength for momentum, her sword slashing above her head. The weapon had hit Hedrin in the head, embedding itself on his skull and slicing his brain in two as his fist punched the assassin's chest and sent her away.
If not for Iomedae and her goddess's blessings she might have died too. Thanking both of them she stood up, trembling and panting with the effort. She walked slowly toward the dead bishop. He had fallen to his knees and his head bent backwards in the place he had died.
The assassin retrieved her sword, the movement tipping the balance of the body and as it felt to the ground she cut its head off. The girl grabbed and stuffed it into a
White Shadows, Cha 1 Part 1White Shadows, Cha 1 Part 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hauptmann Karessa double-checked the guard routes one more time before heading to her office at the aisle. The guards had been doubled for the night after Bishop Maxfel Hedrin announced his visit. She felt anxious about the notorious bishop's sudden appearance. After all this could be her opportunity to impress the top brass of Asmodeus church. Yet this sudden visit worried her. It was not unheard of for the notorious inquisitor to audit the temples' authorities, which included her, but his visit coincided with some disturbing rumors.
Two days before the Bishop's arrival a couple of Karessa's men overheard a woman asking questions about the temple. Her questions and the proximity to the bishop's visit were too close to the mark to be a coincidence. Unfortunately when she sent her men back for the woman she was nowhere to be found.
She had them chastised, of course, but she herself was left with making sure nothing happened while the bishop was around. Earlier she met the man himself an
Winter's SongWinter's Song4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Five years have passed since you died. How could I forget it when it happened on Christmas Eve. We were at a party at your folk's old cabin, a dark and lonely place in the middle of the mountains.
Every year I think I am ready to move on, but every Christmas Eve I hear that song in the air and it's as if I could hear your voice still calling to me. Of course it can't be you you are dead. We never found your body, yet even when you went missing, I was sure I could hear your voice calling out to me.
That was the first time I heard the song too, and it should have been the last. I heard you singing while playing your violin. It was a sad song. It was about white mountains and cold plains, desperation and solitude, a warm flame keeping you alive as it's extinguished by melting snow. It spoke of voices in the blizzard and spirits in the mountains. I never liked how you played the violin, your songs always made me sad. But this time I felt longing in my heart, the same feeli
AbejasAbejas4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Los ojos de la chica vagaban en medios círculos, siguiendo ociosamente la danza frente a sus ojos. Las abejas se movían lentamente, pero con la gracia de dos hermanas o dos amantes.
El símbolo de su diosa era la avispa, por lo que si su abuela, alta sacerdotisa de Calistria, diosa elfica de la lujuria, el engaño y la venganza, la descubría observando a las inferiores criaturas, con seguridad la reprendería y aun así seguía como hipnotizada por la danza.
¿Era la danza o era otra cosa?
Incapaz de voltear en otra dirección, el pensamiento llegó a ella en parte invitado, en parte forzado por su propia pasión, sus mejillas brillando en un fuerte carmesi al pensar en ella, en Jezebelle.
Habían pasado muchas lunas desde la última vez que se habían encontrado. Jiriel sabía que era su culpa pues había decidido seguir la fe de su abuela en lugar de la de su madre, quien no estaba c
Five past NineTen past nine. Death was running late. Again.Five past Nine1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Richard stood from the couch with a sigh. Methodically he turned on the lights and then the TV. The same shitty news as the day before began spilling from the box and, ignoring it, Richard moved to the kitchen. He set a pot to boil water. The Earl Grey was always good for waiting.
Twenty past nine and Richard came back to his living room, teapot in one hand, a plate with two cups in the other. The TV was turned off and a man sat on the couch.
"I hope you don't mind, I have seen it all." The man said pointing toward the TV.
"You're late." Richard said ignoring the man's comment as he placed the cups on the table between them.
Death shrugged as he took the cup of steaming Earl Grey that Richard just poured him. "Urgent business. You know how it is. Sometimes I'm expected, sometimes I'm not."
Richard had known for the last ten years that he was supposed to die at 5 past 9. And for the last ten years Death had been late.
"Who was it?" Richard a