Tails of Feint: In the North
The wind gusted and snow fell off the branches outside. The snow held a special place in his heart. Everything slowed down when it fell. The moon reflected off…
4 stories written on Ficly, 2011–2012, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com
The wind gusted and snow fell off the branches outside. The snow held a special place in his heart. Everything slowed down when it fell. The moon reflected off…
Tic...tock...tic...tock. He stared at the old embellished iron clock on the wall. Was she coming? She had promised that she would in her last letter. His gaze…
The sun was setting. The door was locked and boarded up. What light he had left was slipping away beyond the horizon. He looked through the slits in the iron…
“They are coming...” That was all that the message had said before the sounds of radio static and loud interference ended the transmission with such abruptness…