After the zlurp has been burbed to unconsciousness by the dragon, Nadec is trying to find a way to tie him up, but her concussion works against her.
The sounds outside of the box are loud, a constant cheering and deeper rumbling. I itch to move sideways a few steps but there’s no room. The weight on top of my back shifts and settles. I trample in place a few times in anticipation of what’s to come. I toss my head up threeContinue reading “The box”
The bus stop was almost as empty as her school bag, which had merely a few pens and the notebook for the final exam’s course content. She’d done bad on the previous ones but she knew this one she could pass. The unfamiliar confidence in that knowledge made her uncomfortable. Anxiety about having any confidenceContinue reading “Lost in times past”
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Nadec wakes up from passing out a second time, for the first time saved by Pagewyn.
Suffering from a concussion, Nadec finds out more about her abductor and his dragon, while discovering she’s nude. Her head hurts, a lot.
Nadec wakes up to being bound and having a concussion. Separated from Pagewyn, she’s unsure what kind of creature holds her prisoner, and is shocked at seeing its companion animal.
The sounds of the fan are merciless. It drones on and on, a vibrating humming in the moon less night. The hum is accompanied by an occasional high rattle. John had been counting the seconds between the rattles. He’s on his stomach in the bed, staring wide-eyed at the window. It’s dark outside and heContinue reading “The fan”
The empty look on Wyny’s face only added to her fit of hysterical laughter. Whenever it eased down into giggles, she made the mistake of looking at him again and that set her off once more. After the fourth time, she managed to keep from looking in his direction. The giggles scattered into an occasionalContinue reading “Nadec ch 5: Laughter and tears”
Under normal circumstances he would speak his mind, but with a gun against his head, he preferred to crack a joke. ‘What are you gunna do, Jerry? You gunna fire at will? You should cut the bull-it’s not your style. Maybe try a shot instead of that beer.’ He heard Jerry groan, and Will grinned.Continue reading “Threat”