Friday, December 26, 2014

Flash Fiction Friday: Week 3

I closed my eyes as I felt her sweep beside me. Her train was long. Her steps were as sure as her hatred. I took in a breath, hoping that it wasn’t going to be my last. The lights were bright through my eyelids, until suddenly they weren’t anymore. I opened my eyes, and saw that the room had gone entirely dark. I couldn’t see her anymore.

But she could see me.

I was above begging, wasn’t I?

You certainly are, idiot, said a voice inside my head that was not my own. My heartbeat quickened, but this time it was from relief instead of fear.

My brother had come to save me. 


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Friday, December 19, 2014

Flash Fiction Friday: Week 2

Good day! I've decided to revive this blog for the purpose of a fun new challenge I'm taking part in: Flash Fiction Friday! Today's prompt is...

He rushed into the room with the vial in his hands. She looked up from her papers.

“What’s that?” she asked.

“Impulse buy,” he said, grinning. “I thought you might like it.”

“I don’t take black market potions,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Unlike some of us.”

“That was an honest mistake, and I was only purple for two hours.”

“You’re forgetting that was the day you had to meet your girlfriend’s parents. I’m telling you, dabbling in this is dangerous. Humans aren’t supposed to drink witch brews. It’s in the manual.”

“I can’t read,” he said, before downing the contents of the vial in one gulp.  

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