Flames twisted into a cage trapping me in front of the Prince. He sat on his throne of rock and velvet. The back rose above his head and hung over him like a claw. "You felt yourself better than the menial tasks given to you. You are guilty of treason,” his voice echoed throughout the … Continue reading The Prince a seedling short story
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She Walks – a prompt short story
She sucked the colour from the land. She sucked the colour from the sky. As her bare feet carried her forward, the plant life around her withered and died. It was as if she was poisoning the very air that surrounded her. Black hair flowed around her face and down her back, tangled and knotted. … Continue reading She Walks – a prompt short story
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