Lyssa Maher-Felton
Stories (2/0)
Fate of the Hunters
Abner sunk into the nearest chair. He looked through his coat pocket and found a surprisingly clean handkerchief. Carefully he cleaned his glasses of spots of dirt, dust, sweat, and “blood?” He slowly let his fingers take assessment of his face. A few bruises that no doubt were already turning color and “ooh”, he hissed through his teeth as he found a cut above his left eye that went down through his eyebrow. He lifted his handkerchief to the wound and held it there to stop the bleeding.
By Lyssa Maher-Felton2 years ago in Fiction
The Warden
Mina walked slowly with deliberate steps, careful not to leave her charge behind. Deliberately separating her hands, she used one to gesture to an archway to the right. “This wing consists mostly of artifacts from The World That Was.” She watched carefully as the young girl’s bright green eyes widened and her skin fell just a shade paler behind her freckles. Girl, Mina thought to herself, just because she is in her twenties and you are well past them.
By Lyssa Maher-Felton3 years ago in Fiction