(475 words) - I'm rifling through my shrinking sac of supplies, listening to the fire pop and crackle behind me. Then I hear it. A crackle, sure, but not of the ember variety... someone is behind me.
Tag: dystopia
Flash Fiction – Artifice
(470 words) Ellie sits still, engulfed in blackness. She breathes in slowly through her nose and exhales heavily through her lips, until she becomes rather weightless. She's ready.
Word of the Day Prompt: Interregnum
100-word story It has been eight years since the interregnum began.