My wish...I hope whoever invented homework died very painfully in a pit of snakes and spiders and scorpions and dirty gym clothes.My wish...2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
No TimeShe sits in a chair in an empty room, waiting.No Time2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She wishes he will come soon, the prince who always saves the princess. At least, that's how it works in fairy tales.
But those fairy tales are dead to her now, along with the mother who used to read them to her, softly and gently.
There is no time to be gentle now, not with the scaly winged creatures lurking outside her door.
The girl rises from the chair, snaps off a chair leg, and prays they haven't heard her. She is careful to be silent while making her way across the room. If she makes a sound, they could hear her.
She slowly opens the door and quickly, swiftly, silently; slices her makeshift weapon through the air. One of the creatures' slimy heads is now impaled on the piece of wood. The rest of its body slowly falls to the ground.
She inwardly shudders at what she has done, but there is no time for weakness.
The child runs out of the tower, away from the dragons guarding it, her long golden hair flowing in the wind behind her.