Flight of the Valkyrie Chap.1Why had he chosen to do this? Surely it was a mistake to have made such a life-changing decision based solely on the answers which he sought... After all, what kind of Skypirate found himself working under the yoke of the military!?Flight of the Valkyrie Chap.16 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The sole reason that he had become a Skypirate in the first place had been to escape from the shackles in which his aristocracy bound him. He had yearned for freedom, he had needed the ability to escape, to release his airship from the docks and with the hum of propellers, disappear beyond the horizon. It had always been the need for freedom, to not be bound to the land like most people, which had made the Skypirates brothers in arms.
However, this was no longer the case for Count Louis de Theudubert or his crew. He would no longer be seen as a brother by the other Skypirates, not that he had been exceptionally popular before! The Count was generally a very forgiving, very merciful man who did everything possible to avoid bloodshed in his line of work while
Deny the WordWhat happens when those who are supposed to uphold the ideals of His Word are suddenly left doubting the very Word itself? Do they merely follow blindly or do they question it? What if the consequences of questioning it were so dire that it forced them to stay silent? It had once been said by someone close to him that it was "better to rule in Hell than serve in Heaven" after his dear friend had fallen from grace.Deny the Word8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Surely that was not the truth?
The stars were amazingly clear tonight, as if tempting him to remember where it was he had originally come from, as it to torment his already fragile heart with dreams of what could have been had he been faithful. It had been only ten years since he was cast out of his home, his place of work and his entire life. No golden glow surrounded him any longer; his wings had started to tatter, unable to be used for flight any longer. It shamed him so great that he often used his innate a
The PuppeteerHer lips slit apart at the taste of purest freedom, and the girl in the white night dress runs faster. Every so often the moonlight catches the hook of her chin through the gap in the net of branches. A quivering lip. A tear of sweat. An eye, pupil swollen with fear. Every glimpse of light reminds her, frightens her, and she runs faster.The Puppeteer4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Imploring claws sprout from tombstones of bark and the acrid stench of rotting flesh stains the forest air. It is among the deathly silence that the first note is birthed; the sigh of a spectre, the kind of sigh that breathes ice along your bones. Before long, the beetles reply, discordant shrills blending with the hum of the yearning roots. The lithe shadow that darts along the dark soil is their oblivious baton, her pursuer the conductor.
Bramble tugs at her dress, lacerates ribbons of crimson across her skin. Yet on she pushes though cuffs of leaves trail their stems around her wrists onward, by the guide of the evanescent moon and wit