UK Based Author, sci fi and fantasy with a dash of horror.
For The Phased Out Souls
Ruth hit her head on the attic beam…again. It left a red mark the size of a large coin on her forehead. Being used to it, she just gave the beam a death glare, and rolled out of bed. Both boots hit the ground, and she noticed she’d fallen asleep in her clothes again. The bandolier that trailed from shoulder to hip was still snug, the pointed lead pellets it held were present and accounted for. The dream from yesterday hadn’t happened again, but it still hid in her memory.
Forever For A Reason
By the third song Alice was fed up. By the eighth, irritated, and the tenth, done. The last chord, along with her voice, creaked out and then trailed away in a garbled whimper. She swallowed some water like clockwork, then made the standard nods and half-mumbled thanks of a street busker. No self-aware person let their ego rise in such conditions, a tattered leather jacket, worn purse and vintage band shirt kept her vanity in check. The jeans and sneakers were nice though.
The Baron's Ceremony
The first drop of blood came after the third heap of soil. Erin grumbled. That number was for the night, but in truth it was around the hundredth of the farmer’s lifetime. Anxious grey hair flanked down his back, becoming tangled against the ugly green flannel shirt, and his worn-down jeans were frozen in place by the cold wind. Next to his right hip Yen pattered along the grass. She was a young cat, but her old soul was felt whenever she yelped with the intensity of an untuned violin. More blood spilled from his hand onto the metal edge of the spade, he grunted and continued to dig.
Dust was kicked up from the pavement with each of her steps. It lingered sun-streaked in the air for a quarter of a millisecond then settled back, only to be stepped on by the heels of old gold and white sneakers. Mara Gemme, for all she was worth, didn’t notice. Despite the Chicago sun, many sour feelings from the day were still on her mind. She grimaced in the heat.