Flora Nickels
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Souls
All souls are beautiful. Each is a bright flame, that only a demon can see. They all have a base colour of red, yellow, or blue. But the most vibrant, are tinged with different colours: pinks and oranges, purples, and greens. Some souls burned dimly, barely there, beaten, and battered; diminished by the cruel actions of their owners. Others burned with a fury that was almost painful to behold, casting light on all around them.
By Flora Nickels2 years ago in Fiction
Exile
My Ma and I raised birds when I was a kid. We always found that the birds that lived the longest, were those who couldn’t see the bars of their cage. Those that were kept in a room and didn’t know that outside, birds could fly as far as they wished. They figured that this room was the whole wide world, so they were content with their fate; thinking they were free.
By Flora Nickels2 years ago in Fiction
Glitch Wipe
Mum couldn’t afford martial arts, so I got a language chip for my birthday instead. Sure, that’s cool and everything, but French doesn’t exactly save you from getting beaten on at school. “Stop hitting me,” isn’t a particularly effective method of getting someone to back off, no matter what language. And it most certainly didn’t work against Eric Jay Benson. He was a rich asshole. Which also made him a black belt rich asshole. His parents had gotten him so many fighting chips he was practically a ninja. The other day at school, he’d even done a triple backflip off the roof when the teachers weren’t watching. Bloody show-offing dick.
By Flora Nickels2 years ago in Fiction
The Hotel Dubois
Many had come to the Hotel Dubois with their pockets brimming with so many silver coins they could barely keep their purses shut. Only to be turned away. They’d put up a good fight, waving their hands and demanding entrance. Many often exclaimed, “do you know who I am?” Before Stanley had the oh-so-satisfying job, of sending them on their merry way, occasionally with a kick up the backside if they were behaving like a particular buffoon.
By Flora Nickels2 years ago in Fiction