Alice Wakefield
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Stories (5/0)
Questioning
It’s been weeks since I dropped them off at the ferry dock. “Don’t call me,” I told them, “Don’t call any number that goes back to the Punishment.” Blair had nodded in a way that made me sure she understood, and wonder if she’d already decided not to. She was only 15, barely 15. To the Fa’e that may be adult, but I wonder if she’s grown up enough to handle being away from home. Blair Jamison’s not just another soldier, in the end she is a pampered rich girl. She’s has the same bruises as everyone else in her class, the same ones we all get during combat training. She would have been a solid soldier, if she had stayed.
By Alice Wakefield11 months ago in Fiction
The Price of Colors
I’m always the first one up, but by the time I get home from my morning run and training, I can hear Yuabrin and Aethel moving around upstairs. I can also smell coffee, so I head straight to the kitchen to pour myself a cup. I linger in the kitchen as I drink my first cup, wondering if Yuabrin’s going to make breakfast. He’s still learning how to cook, but he’s mastered bacon and eggs the way I like them, at least.
By Alice Wakefield11 months ago in Fiction
Choiceless
I never get tired of watching him work. Dust kicks up from under the horse’s hooves as she circles him. He turns with her, always facing her hindquarters, snapping the whip in the air behind her every time he sees her think about slowing or stopping or changing directions, driving her continuously forward. She snorts irritably, tosses her head occasionally, but she also licks her lips and swivels her ear towards him. She’s listening, I realize – she just doesn’t want him to know that.
By Alice Wakefield12 months ago in Fiction
Burning Blood
“What…are you?” he asks, his voice filled with the kind of wonder I usually only hear in Wonderland. I watch him as he watches my blood pool in my hand, liquid gold and reflecting the small amount of sunlight that reaches us through the trees. I can’t let it fall, or it’ll leave behind a scent that can be tracked.
By Alice Wakefield12 months ago in Fiction