Peace
He lifted his head just in time for the steel-clad boot to come crashing into his face with the full weight of the mammoth beast that was his foe. There was a crunch, sharp pain, a taste of metal and a dull numbness. Nothing felt right as the smaller...
The Hunter
The hunter sits at the bar, sipping from his mug of ale, dressed in dark, worn leathers, hair wet and hanging loosely. All around him the townsfolk laugh and chatter in the warm light as they nurse their own drinks and meals. The hunter's eyes glint...
The Dress
Carlos discovered the dress under a pile of shoes in the back of his grandmother's closet. Long, dark as night, slink, and smooth as silk. It was wrapped in clear plastic that crinkled softly in his hands, and must have been treated well at some point,...
Keep it Up
"Good, keep it up." _Shut up._ Kevin was tired of hearing that passive-aggressive bullshit, the manager's way of saying 'you used to suck, now you don't suck, keep not sucking.' Never mind he already worked the press faster than suggested for...
Dick Rocks
"I'm telling you, we were there before." "When?" Inquired Mel, almost belligerently. "I don't know... before." Terry seated himself between the two bickering men, handing each a cup of steaming coffee before sipping gingerly at his own....
Court Date
"Don't you think they were too kind?" "Kind?" Bertrand replied incredulously. "You call banishment 'kind'?" "For the crime? Yes." Answered Jerica plainly as they strolled the great hall of the courts, all around them noblemen, soldiers and...
Burn
"Go away." "No." What a pain in the ass. I hoped vainly that I'd never see him again, but of course I knew otherwise. I'd only be rid of him when he was dead and buried, and even then... "_Go away_." "Not doing." Good lord, man, I will hurt you....
Any Day Now
"No..." Breathed Blondie as he knelt by his companion's side, looking down at the man who was all too still. "No, no no, don't do this!" Blistered hands reached out to slap weakly at dying man's face, framed by that raven hair that had grown tangled...
What We Always Dreamed Of
"You're late." "I know." I replied plainly, seating myself across from him at the little, steel-wire table. It was all very cliché; the cafe, the large, bald man in a suit, reclined comfortably, the smoldering cigar between his thick fingers. For a...
Eyes like the Forest (10)
The sharp crack of splitting wood filled the yard, again and again, as Merrin worked through the small pile she had gathered. She mused to herself that it seemed odd how cutting wood sometimes sounded the same as burning it, but then came to the...