She slapped me. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I’d known she wanted to slap me since the day I told her the music was bad.
Tag: fiction
This Textured Darkness, #104
His soldiers had been getting restless, so he’d allowed them to raze the village of Grassley. The girl had been brought back with the latest cache of slaves.
This Textured Darkness, #103
Rizla flew through the air, shrouded in indigo and thunder, relishing the gift of flight.
Silver Bottle, Episode 15
Reverend Fisher had a silver bottle, which he drew from his pocket.He handed it to my mother; she put it to her lips, drank, and then handed it to him.
This Textured Darkness, #102
Bridon appeared at the Fish Belly twice a year during Open Court to play rulla. Bridon was a fiend for rulla, playing for hours on end.
Silver Bottle, Episode 14
Every night we had to be at that dammed revival. Or at least I did. The boys were worn out with church, and Mrs. Sanders offered to step over and watch them at our house. She said she knew she was saved and reviving was too hard on her heart.
This Textured Darkness, #101
I’ll begin as a serving girl, I think. Big eyes, thin cheeks. His tongue is rough with women, and his anger will stoke mine.
This Textured Darkness, #100
Suga regretted speaking. She was getting agitated, and he feared the damage that might occur. Villages burned, plagues released, mountains spewing chunks of earth in broad daylight.
Silver Bottle, Episode 12
“What would happen if you were laid out on the floor unconscious?” Lena had put all sorts of suggestions in their heads.
This Textured Darkness, 99
In Old Town, a section of the city known for its cobbled streets and tall, narrow buildings, Rizla the Red Witch and Suga the Eunuch watched the… Read more “This Textured Darkness, 99”
