Stories tagged “Halcyon”
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Through The Fire
Her hand presses tightly against the transparent sheet of glass as the spiderweb fracture races across its surface. Even with her eyes shut she can sense the ship spinning out of control, the wings shearing and burning under the intense heat as she fal...
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And The Flames
The ship was spotted the moment it entered the atmosphere, and troops were converging on its location long before it touched down. The forest was a carnage drenched witness to the transformative power of disaster; trees became candles, dust evolved int...
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We Behold
Amber inhales deeply as she clings to Harold’s arm, the harsh glare of the spotlights triggering every run and hide instinct she was born with. Her knuckles drain of color, returning to their typical white hue. For a moment, she worries her nails...
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That Which Changes Everything.
Harold ducks under the southern end of the canopy and finds himself facing a labyrinth of inventory, but no ship. He can see a large tent through the open flap at the canopy’s northern end, and he wonders. His thoughts fade into fantasies of the ...
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First A Whisper,
He steps forward, his elbow catching a tiny piece of wreckage that falls to the floor. He grabs Amber’s hand and pulls her behind him, crossing the length of the canopy in seconds. He can hear Shante’s voice carrying over the wind, a tiny h...
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Then A Shout.
Amber had been keeping it together with minimal fuss, until she hears it. Just a whispered suspicion, a lone voice uttering a scared belief that something was out there. She couldn’t leave Harold, but she would stay no longer. “Harold, we a...
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On The Count Of 3,
“Did you hear it?” “I heard something. Rifles up.” The flashlights on their rifles shine against the canopy as the guards approach the opening. Harold knows the shelf trick won’t work twice. They need to get out, and quick...
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RUN!
“RUN!” Harold and Amber disappear through the hole in the canopy as the startled guard opens fire. “They can talk!” Inhale, exhale, inhale, she keeps reminding herself to breathe. She sees them as they near her, two people, flee...
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They don't make mitts for bullets
Harold falls to the forest floor, unable to stumble along any further. The pain in his leg is intense, and in the dead of the night he’s certain he can still see the bullet’s smoke rising off his thigh. Amber stops, but he yells at her to l...
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Right Beside You
If I had to, I would put myself right beside you Amber knew she’d never forgive herself for leaving him behind, but alone she stood no chance against the soldiers. He told her to leave him, and even smiled when she left, smiled! Did he really thi...
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Not Getting Warmer
Crowded streets all cleared away one by one Ravi opens the door, a bottle of something potent and wicked clenched in his hand. The scent drifts passed Amber’s nose, and it infuriates her. She grabs the bottle and he takes her by the throat, drags...