Out of the Box Short Stories
Out of the Box Short Stories
Two days later, I sat across from Daegel in his sitting room once again. This time I sipped the mead very slowly and I had eaten a small meal at my estate before I came. I determined I would not mix this strong mead with an empty stomach and make…
The next day as I prepared for my evening with Daegel, Akiko came to help me. She was my fellow clan member from Akoni Farrin, who took on the role of my lady’s maid. Akiko and I had travelled to this land mass together on a ship confiscated from…
My extensive training stretched for a brutal two weeks. Vanora instructed and demonstrated on how to act like a woman born in Dwarkaa High Society, a true citizen of the ruling land mass. I was not the best student. My revulsion with the new set of directives did not diminish…
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…
