Microfiction
Goblet of Mercy
They picked me out of a bunch, took me in, gave me a home. They spoke of pristine promises and light without the flame. I forged their every move, worshiped them, drained for them. I did as much as my human flesh could endure. As I laid upon my king's lap, tired and brittle, I drank from the goblet of mercy. The next day I am to be destined as more than this vessel; I am to be a queen.
By Ashley Wrigleyabout a year ago in Fiction
Dead On A Walkabout
Why was I walking through a cemetery? Even I couldn't answer that question. For whatever reason, I was wandering through a cemetery on a Saturday night. Hating cemeteries for years, I scratched my head over my predicament. All I could do was follow the path and find my car.
By Jason Ray Morton about a year ago in Fiction
The Dragon Queen
Insencta The Dragon Queen was sitting atop her stoop, waiting for the next knight to attack. She didn’t realize that long gone were the days of knights, humanity advanced. They sent soldiers with rockets and guns to attack. Then armed drones and fighter pilots. It didn’t matter, she ate them all then looked for a new location to live. She wanted peace, and all humans wanted was war. As she found her way to her new roost, she showered flames unto any attackers who advanced. She finally found a new home atop the tallest mountain and peacefully laid her eggs.
By Alex H Mittelman about a year ago in Fiction