The school was deserted, harsh fluorescents illuminating a lone figure: my son Sam, waiting patiently, eyes hollow in the twilight. An apology slipped from my lips, unanswered. The car's interior was unusually chilly.
The rearview mirror showed Sam's reflection, but his eyes didn't gleam with their usual life. He seemed distorted, as if under rippling water. I blamed the late hour.
As we neared home, I felt a growing unease. We pulled into the driveway. His reflection in the mirror was gone, leaving me to wonder who, or what, was sitting in the back seat, emitting a strange, guttural hum.
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M Dannenfelser
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The Last Dragon
The dragon was old and wise, but he was also lonely. He was the last of his kind. The dragon had spent centuries searching for others, but he had never found any trace of them. However, he had seen many wonders and horrors in his long life. He had witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations, the birth and death of stars, and the creation and destruction of worlds. He had also seen the extinction of countless species, some by natural causes, some by human greed and cruelty.
By M Dannenfelserabout a year ago in Fiction
Descent
“60 seconds.” Aris tightened her grip on the overhead handhold. The troop transport shook like a leaf in a windstorm as it battled through the atmosphere. Dim lights flickered on and off as the ship’s systems were battered by pelting rain and narrowly dodged blasts from laser cannons on the surface of the planet.
By M. A. Mehan 7 days ago in Fiction
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Brilliant work, M Dannenfelser.