“We’re not fighting, not anymore.” Geiler held out her hand and dropped her gun on the floor. It rang out across the silent cavern with a resounding thud. “We’re not fighting?” Cenrath’s words rumbled at Gelier, a warning. Don’t take this too far. Gelier squared her shoulders. She could feel the eyes of her squadron … More No Fighting, Not Anymore
“We’ve got 10 minutes until the alarm goes off.” Fezula didn’t look concerned. She was never concerned about this. “Fine,” she replied, “let’s get to work.” She held out her hand at Tulep. Tulep passed her the bag of warded coins. “You know,” Fezula, “I thought you were going to be too stressed for this, … More The Joining Payment
“I can’t do it,” Felruza slammed her fist against the table. Why was it so damn hard? Why could everyone else do this one simple thing and she couldn’t? “It’ll come,” her mother said from across the table. Her voice was gentle, it always was, the opposite of her innate power which was creating fireballs … More Can’t Do It
“You’re orange,” A bit of a state-the-obvious comment from Ryan. Cassie wiped the orange blood of her blade and sheathed her weapon. Monster blood never made for a particularly delightful colour. Least it was better than the stuff they had up North, which was acidic blood. “Stating the obvious much,” Cassie remarked, kicking the corpse … More Like the Sky at Sundown
There are times that we remember the position the world has for us. The position that the world deems us to be in. The forced posture, the sucked in waist, the hatred, the vitriol. The fear. Again and again. Day after day. Night after night. Walking faster. Changing shoes. Planning outfits, routes, defences, to be … More Not Today
Dead Dead. Not alive. Not here. Not anywhere that I can perceive. Just. Not here. What does that mean for life, when death is so swift and random. How can there be order in the chaos of the world when there is nothing other than chaos. I suppose some people turn to faith. Others turn … More Not anywhere
Each day is an unknown. It doesn’t feel like an unknown. You can have plans, have thoughts, have things to do. But each day is an unknown. Treat it as such. See the beauty in it.
Fathie pulled her headphones over her ears. The noise of the city, the thrum of the cars and the rhythmic thudding of footfalls were drowned out in an instant. Breathe, she told herself. Everything would be okay, after today. Everything would be just as it should be. She turned on her music, and the sound … More Reclaiming Ara’banthe
There are many what ifs. Many maybes. A few near misses, a few but what about- All of them are meaningless. They’re not real. They’re conjecture, a thought that has no more meaning than the dreams you draw up in your sleep. They don’t hold you. They don’t own you. They’re not you.
“You got it?” Fethna asked as Nattali got into the car. “Ye of little faith,” Nattali said, pulling out the folder from under her jacket. It hadn’t been a particularly hard lift, just distract the guards and the receptionist was practically gagging to get someone as important as the Lieutenant of the Fifth Quarter at … More The Document (A Teacup Story)