Lying with his back to the shelled building, Henrik quietly pulled the corpse of one of the militia soldiers over him, willing himself to vanish as one of their trucks roared up the broken road in his direction. The dead of the official military, the opposing militia, and people who'd been hiding in the city of … Continue reading Black Flag
Ducking out of the rain through an emerald green door, William Kaur crossed his bakery's darkened service area to a warmly lit office. It was as dry and cozy as he left it where his young manager was hunched over the second desk by the back wall. The other employees had already gone home. The manager, Maxwell, looked up. "Any … Continue reading Bakeries’ Doors
AN ELECTRIC BLUE 1971 Dodge Demon rumbled into the driveway of a creaky old two-story house. After killing the engine, Dean Ransom climbed out of the American muscle car with a laden brown paper grocery sack and made his way to the front door of the house, oblivious of the opaque face watching him from … Continue reading A Beautiful Blue
LEE SURIAH rushed through the harbor town from guide office to guide office, desperate to recruit help. His quick footsteps echoed off narrow brick roads and cozy buildings, shuttered and dark, shingles dripping from a recent sun shower. Rounding a corner, he broke into a walk and fumbled to a stop, almost slipping in a … Continue reading One Last Run
The train hissed at Claude Bouchard as he stepped from the empty passenger car onto an equally vacant platform. Faded wooden signs pointed with white arrows toward ticketing, a gift shop, and an adjoining diner offering a special involving a chowder he'd never heard of. He crossed Fruit Town's train station in four minutes where he saw only one other person, … Continue reading Where Tall Grasses Wave
COLIN LOUNGED on the packed dirt floor of a shaded bamboo jail cell. At least this place is a lot nicer than the last place I was arrested. Movement outside the bars drew his eye again. The cell faced the road which allowed curious villages to stop and look. Last time there were kids. The … Continue reading Jolly Jailbreak
"Across a stretch of meadow hurried a swordsman. The meadow wasn't a lush and green place, bursting with bright grasses and curious deer with flicking ears, nor were there happy birds' songs or the humming of insects hidden deep among a sea of wildflowers. Nearing winter, no animals visited and travelers no longer passed through on horseback or with … Continue reading Our Battles
Duri Rolvsson 