Weight of the Crown Chapter 6
# Chapter 7 **Richard** The dragon pulled on my arm as she guided me through the maze of hallways, never breaking her sprint and turning corners with complete certainty. The clamor of battle were lost behind us, only a vague sense of danger...
Family
The gravel road. The strong smell of incenses and colognes. The brightly colored clothing. The tall, imposing buildings. The barely contained looks of contempt from every human we passed. The murmurs. The prickling of danger on my neck. It was all so...
Red Snow
I watched the sky in wonder. Blue, yellows and reds mixing together on the soft edges of the clouds. The sky littered with the gray forms from one end to the next. The emerging sun ,lazily rising from the horizon, it's warmth rays painting the...
Gift
I finished writing the story with a tired paw. The quick and almost unintelligible scribbles summing up the treatment of yet another patient. The huge accident had taken us all by surprise. The multicar crash had made short work of the vehicles,...
Escape
We fled down the hallway. The lifeless white light shining down on the blue and gray corridor that extended in front of us. We turned right, then left, then right again, waltzing through the maze that was the Renraku tower. Red dots appeared on the...
Break
He stared at the stack of papers in front of him, a trembling cream paw idly toying with the corners, the rough edges prickling his skin with every pass of his thumb, the soft sound of passing pages reminding him that this was all very real, and...
Beast
A blur of red destruction teared through the forest, crushing tree trunks and rocks alike in unbound rage. Growling, crunching and screaming quickly became his language, and rage was his only message. He ran, he jumped, he stumbled, he fell and he dug,...
Tusker
Sr. Amable had always been a good restaurant to have a nice dinner before bed, even after the death of Mr. Gonzalez, the old troll who had bough the place back in '59, there was still a homey feeling in the fake wooden tables and chairs. It was also...
A night of drunken fun.
The warmth of his body against mine. His tired back relaxing as it touched my chest. My hands shifting under his to him in a tender embrace. His tense muscles soothed by the soft kisses I planted on his neck and the calming circles my hands traced on...