#FridayFlash : The Creation Genocide

The order came down at dawn, as it always did, passed from one worker to another by smell and taste. True word of mouth. They had no verbal language, the click of their mandibles nothing but noise. Although they could feel the vibration, they had no ears with which to … Continue reading

#ICAD 4 At the Throne of the Faerie King

#ICAD 4 At the Throne of the Faerie King

The girl dropped to her knees at the base of the throne. Not from obeisance like the pale, angular courtiers around her, but from fear. The king could have commanded her to stand. It was his right. But instead he knelt before her, like a supplicant, and brushed the hair … Continue reading

#ICAD Day 2 — Into the Hall of the Faerie King

#ICAD Day 2 — Into the Hall of the Faerie King

The hall of the faerie king had been a wonder in its day. Even as the peasant girl was led through it now, she gawked at its towering arches and elaborate bas-relief — chipped and worn with time, but still a sight unlike anything she’d ever seen. But her days … Continue reading