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The Giant’s Shield (Part VII)

Continued from The Giant’s Shield (Part VI).

“Trun.” Ask’s voice sounded strained and shaken.  He could hear his own panicked heart beating rapidly. “There’s something scary outside the window.”  He swallowed, and the lizard in the middle seemed to grin at him with teeth that put Ask’s own to shame.  Ask blinked, and they were gone.  He swallowed again and slowly turned to the door.  His hand rested on the handle, and he looked back.  The window was empty.

Sweaty hands opened the door, and Ask looked up at Trun. Read the rest of this entry »

 
 

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The Giant’s Shield (Part VI)

Continued from The Giant’s Shield (Part V).

All of the events since saving the innkeeper’s wife spilled from Ask’s angry lips, right up until he came to the part where Korenila joined him in the back of the wagon.  Only then did he pause to think about the events. “Korenila and Evoxe and Horse never stopped trying to help me.” Tears filled his eyes. “They got kicked out of their healing house, Korenila and Evoxe did, because of that.  Horse stayed with me even though I planned to eat her.” He swallowed his tears and tried to speak, but words wouldn’t come out.  His thoughts refused to stay straight.

For a long time, he just sat there in the company of a stranger, trying not to cry. Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Posted by on July 19, 2013 in Semihistorical Fiction

 

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The roll of the die says “W.”

Walking home was always so spooky, but I liked it.  The rustle of dead leaves in autumn was intoxicating, like the whispers of a black widow on her wedding night.  I breathed deeply the scent of the rotting leaves on the ground.  That sweet smell of death always set my head spinning.  This path through the park in the middle of night during the cooling months of the year was my slice of forbidden heaven.  It always felt like I was going to be horribly stabbed to death, or like I would find someone’s dead body laying in the ditch at the side of the dirt path.

I looked up, and my breath caught in my throat.  The full moon was directly overhead.  I felt my heart pound against my chest.  It looked so close, like I could reach up and touch it.  I turned off my visor so I could walk by moonlight alone.  Certainly, it was stupid– visors were made to light the way, and mine had some minor vision corrective properties.  I looked around.  Everything seemed eerie.  The moon bleached everything.  My breath came and went faster as I continued to walk.  Without my visor, everything looked so different!  The rustling leaves no longer looked like fire, but instead like black clouds of evil hanging over the trees.

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Posted by on January 6, 2013 in Futuristic Fiction

 

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