Sprints

What a relief it was to lie in bed and hear scratching outside her windows. It had been so silent before. What a relief to hear it coming closer. That…

Nothing but white lilies, as far as the eye can see. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be a foolproof weapon, seeds scattered on the…

Manual control cut out just as I lost the last of the light from the surface. Darkness outside, darkness across the cockpit, in the same catastrophic blink. I thought at…

She drove as far as she could into the country with the radio and moon both buzzing in her head. When had there gotten to be so many lights? More…

Mitch had expected toasting the bastard’s death to go down sweeter. After all, he’d been waiting twenty years to do it. But maybe that was the problem. Wait that long…

It’s been seven days since the guardian died. Five since we laid it to rest. It took that long to dig through the numb shock and half-frozen soil, to hollow…

The third (and most likely last) of three sprints telling the same story. - The one thing aside from her that was still changing with time. Her body woke up…

The second of (at least) three sprints telling the same story. - A cat, skinny black stray all bones and hackles, standing at the mouth of an alley. Staring into…

The first of (at least) three sprints telling the same story. - It had been May 28th ever since she had knocked that damn glass off the counter. She’d thought…

Wearing a chain of dandelions into battle, strewn careless and delicate about the neck. A boast, or a mockery? You won’t dent their armour. You won’t so much as cut…