W Flannigan
Bio
Once thwarted disaster. Twice failed.
Stories (3/0)
The Breakers of Silence
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Emma repeated the thought to herself as she peered anxiously at her comrade through a convex crystalline visor. Charlotte knelt steps away in her bulgy, crimson spacesuit, one hand extended into the ruddy dust at her feet, sifting from side to side. A greyish, egg-shaped craft perched atop three spidery legs silhouetted Char some twenty yards away, its conical floodlamps providing the only light by which they could see. Emma could feel herself perspiring within her own suit, a carbon copy of Charlotte’s aside from the fourth stripe adorning the sleeve still dragging through the terrain. Charlotte’s breathing sounded shaky and hollow transmitted into her helmet on old-fashioned radio waves.
By W Flannigan2 years ago in Fiction
The Ruin of Fashi'ma
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. There weren’t always knights in polished plate intent on wealth and glory. Some say ‘twas men enticed the beasts, settling the fertile glen, flaunting spoils of wars waged upon their own kind—a just if terrible retribution. Others uphold Velomas and Daggertooth claimed it for dragons after laying fiery waste to Emory, the once-bright city of gold. Its remnant warriors sought brave recompense, hunting their scaled foes ‘cross rivers rushing and mountains old.
By W Flannigan2 years ago in Fiction