A small town needs to pay its taxes, and Marrik is sent to collect.
Lamoral Trueshot snarls at the cloud of dust descending from the distant hill, and curses the conscription banner the riders fly in vain pride.
To Derrock Marefield the crunch of bushes being crushed under large feet sounds as if death itself is approaching
Flash! is a piece of fiction of up to 500 words. Enjoy.
I am yet to master the craft to the level necessary for the tales I wish to tell.
The skies are hers!
Teb swipes at the berries, dangling from the bouncing branch...
With thirty-seven days to go until I finish the next draft...
Where does the time go? I am not sure. But it sure is passing quickly.
A 500 word story.