It was a kiss with teeth, all hunger and bloody mouths as the rain soaked them to the bone.
The elf leaned back, pressing a finger to her wounded lip. The goblin’s answering smile was razor-sharp.
‘This isn’t how this story usually goes,’ said the goblin. She ran her hands down the elf’s sodden, wind-tangled hair, her every touch feather-light.
‘Then someone has been telling it wrong,’ the elf replied. ‘For you and me, this couldn’t have gone any other way.’
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He looked down at hands that were now curled into claws. ‘So that’s it,’ he said dully. ‘I’m a demon now. Just like that.’ He looked up at the sky, where the clouds had parted for his fall.
His companion of millennia stepped toward him, the air rippling with his passage. He folded his wings and knelt beside him. ‘They’ve made a mistake,’ he whispered. ‘It’s … give them time. They’ll come around.’
Tears rolled down the first’s cheeks. ‘I’m a monster now.’
‘No! No … you could never be a monster.’ As he said the words, his own wings shrivelled and changed.… Read more
Alice giggled as her girlfriend pulled her into a corner of the town gardens. ‘What’s the big secret?’
Her girlfriend smiled to one side, that irresistible quirk that had first drawn her to her. ‘It’s a big adventure.’
‘Yeah, but everything’s a secret with you,’ she said, a little breathlessly.
Her girlfriend’s smile widened. ‘Am I really so mysterious?’
She was. She was laughter on the wind and a smile in moonlight. She was perfume quickly whisked away.
But when Alice said everything was a secret with her girlfriend, it was only half-teasing. There was a shadow over her sometimes.… Read more
He adjusted his blindfold. ‘What do you think?’
Her eyes tracked the clouds as they rolled across the azure sky.
‘It’s beautiful,’ she replied. She shifted where she lay on the grass, disturbing her hair. It hissed and resettled, scales sliding against scales. ‘I mean … I remembered that it was beautiful, but in my head … it was like a painting. This is something else.’
‘What else would you like to see?’
She smiled, sharp-toothed and joyful. ‘Everything.’
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Their eyes meet across the burning glade. Fire still trails from the hands of the first, and the flames dance in her sad eyes.
The second is covered in ash. She hugs a cat to her chest. It buries its face under her arm.
‘I know you,’ says the second, as if in a daze. Her gaze sharpens. ‘Did you do this?’
The first recoils. The flames in her hands flicker; the fire around her dims, then brightens. ‘I didn’t mean to. It just … happens.’
‘Just happens?’ She coughs. Her eyes narrow. ‘A fine way to shirk the blame, when you’ve been caught flame-handed.’ The cat in her arms squirms, then resettles.… Read more
She kicked the skeleton squarely in the chest, then drew her twin shortswords. ‘Still think this was a good idea?’
Her companion raised her staff and lightning cracked down from the sky, turning a zombie into ash. ‘Well, I’m having a good time,’ she replied.
Their eyes met over their laptop screens. One raised her eyebrows; the other looked down in a blush.
‘So … maybe we’ll do this again sometime?
‘Yeah! Yes. Um … the Ashara Raid?’
‘It’s a date.’
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He made it to the rooftop, fingers slipping on the rain-slicked tiles, skin cold and stung by the falling sky.
She huddled by the false chimney. Her arms hugged her knees to her chest. Gull-grey wings shivered tight to her back as she gazed up at the storm-laden clouds.
He settled beside her and placed a hesitant hand on her shoulder.
‘I was going to do it,’ she said. ‘I was really going to do it.’
‘There’s always tomorrow,’ he said.
Always another day to fly.
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‘That can’t be right,’ she said.
‘It is the truth,’ the fortune-teller replied. ‘See for yourself.’ He gestured with a hand laden with many rings to the crystal ball that sat between them.
She glanced at the ball, then jerked her gaze away as if stung. ‘All I see is me. You’re just telling me what you think I want to hear, but I fail at everything. I’ll never succeed. I never have.’ She stood up scurried from the room, head down, shoulders raised in tension.
The fortune-teller watched her go, eyes dark and unreadable through the veil he wore.
‘You will,’ he whispered.… Read more
Someone pushed her from the boat, the sudden plunge into icy blackness muting their laughter.
She floundered in the cold and dark, the surface an ever more distant gleam of gold. She kicked hard, but it grew no nearer.
Fear gripped her. Then: a girl with dark skin that glittered pink at the edges. Tentacles swirled around her — from her hair, like rosy locks, around her legs like a trailing skirt.
She took the hands of the drowning girl.
–It’ll be okay–
The words were a whisper, mind to mind. Her smile bared sharp teeth, but kindly.
They stared at each other, one human and one other.… Read more
Non Player Character is a work-in-progress but I wanted to share it while I work on the first draft. Please bear in mind that this is an unedited work, but hopefully you will still enjoy it!
Chapter One: The Ultimate Escapism
I was standing on a stranger’s doorstep and wishing my feet were nailed to the ground. Even now, I could feel the build up of pressure in my chest, the restlessness growing in my legs making me jiggle slightly on the spot. I was a champion of accidental “ding-dong-ditch”. I would go somewhere new, ring the bell, and the next thing I knew I was sprinting to my car with my hood up and the sense that the wolves were on my heels.… Read more