Out of the Box Short Stories
Out of the Box Short Stories
I spent the next week and a half diligently working at the dump. Some days were productive and I found numerous items, like colored stones, bent, salvageable wire, some stained strips of varied shades of cloth, torn clothing and shards of metal. These metal pieces could be shaved and manipulated…
Bodil was shattered by the news but she remained stoic as I handed over the items I’d found at Enyo’s murder site. “That’s all I could bring, all I could find of hers.” I said. “What about her body? Is it salvageable? Can we bring her back…
We all moved into action, retreating to the many rooms lining the large open area. I and two others, a man and a woman who joined me, headed to the darkest corner of the room and fell deathly still. We stayed that way for a very long time, listening and…
I felt the oppressive ponderosity of the Tonrar enter the space, like fingers of death reaching for me, eager to strangle all hope from the atmosphere. The three of us all shuffled quietly over to the corner where the shadows fell like an entity, shrouding us in darkness. A shrill…
Dark streets, dim light from a window here and there, homeless children crouched in sheltered corners or behind garbage, rats that scurried in the shadows and the odd hungry bark of a dog in the distance was the norm as Bodil and I navigated toward the burned out shell of…
The next four days of work at the dump brought in slim finds. The excessive amount I scavenged the first day would sustain us for a while but only if Enyo managed to sell the trinkets at the market. I did succeed to kill a scrawny, mangy but vicious fox…
The Royal Guard uncrossed his arms, a battering stick held firmly in one hand. Numerous weapons were strategically placed on his belt. My own knife was back at Bodil’s residence and I longed for it as I stood before him, feeling exposed and powerless. I despised being unarmed. The…
We all listened at the door, attempting to decipher what was taking place in the hallway. A woman screamed obscenities and a man raised his voice with threats. “Let go of me you wretched piece of trash.” “How dare you,” screeched the woman. “Give me what you owe me.” “The…
We traveled through the alleyways and side streets, keeping our heads down and trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. The farther we traveled, the rougher the areas became. Thin, emaciated children roamed the streets, their eyes vacant and hopeless, likely orphans left to fend for themselves. Adults fared about…
I rushed from my hiding spot, staying light on my feet and as crafty as night. I came up behind the two men, readied my strongest arm and plunged my short double-edged sword through a man’s back and into his heart. He made a grunt and fell to…
