Tag: 30secondstories

  • Old Friend

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    The arrival was always signaled by the splatter of drips. This time, the slow uneven squelch of congealed mud, and blood. There was often blood. Swirling to mix with the muddy pools in the tattered mess of what had once been a pumpkin farm, but had recently been tarnished by the battlefield. The sword had…

  • Flightless Passenger

    Punctuality was why he was hired. Along with having one of the most forgettable faces in the twelve states. The car was of course always on time, the location sent 10 mins prior within easy walking distance of his location. The backseat smelled faintly of fast food & cologne. A smart blue wheelie suitcase with…

  • Prophetic Secrets

    Three months of tedium had lead to this moment. Long nights and bleary-eyed days fuelled by coffee and a burning desire to have this puzzle solved. The closet he’d converted into a research study had barely enough room to turn around in. The small but deep makeshift desk was barely visible, fashioned from a thick…

  • Humanity Abroad

    The faces staring back through the broadside windows are completely unreadable, what few things can even be discerned as faces. Humanity is still treated with trepidation and fear by most, given our history the feelings are well earned. More often than not species avoid the crew wherever they land, turning most ports into ghost towns…

  • That One Client

    The door to her office should never be open when she was out. Light of the cheap hallway lamps shrank away from the darkened doorway standing a handspan open, gloom within seemed to devour beyond the threshold. The familiar feeling of the well worn revolver handle lessened the prickling sensation rising along the back of…

  • Battle Interrupted

    Looking out across the battlefield revealed the brutality of the tactics being played. Sacrifices had been made early and losses on both sides were mounting. Glimpsed across the field of play, the opposing tactician schemed with her chief strategist, her elder brother. A pause in the carnage had put the next move squarely in their…

  • Faerie Fire

    Living in the broom closet masquerading as a room above the bar was never a long term solution, just somewhere to stay dry ’til finding my feet. Adam loved the arrangement, some poor sod always around to ward off ne’er-do-wells not to mention kicking out the regulars once they’d reached the bottom of their wallets.…