The old worn down stone house was the result of war, long abandoned and unloved. The woman looked up through the roofless home into the night, stars being another source of light. Loud crunching surrounded her, the others in the group looked around. They were here for something, she wasnt told what, not that it mattered. She was here to do a job and get her gold, plan and simple. The young girl st...

“Fuck” the sting of the wound makes her backpedal. The long slash begins to bleed on her forearm, tunic soaking crimson where it’s ripped. Her forehead was sweating, hair sticking to it. They had been fighting like this for quite some time. Though a smile etches onto her face, small but large enough for the man to see. He snarls, the one eye that isn’t covered glares at her. Laughing, she readjust...

She reads the text, fingers slowly making their way to the keyboard, trying to come up with the right reply. She sighs, eyes closing, she drops the phone back onto her desk. Her desk chair is uncomfortable, old and wooden, worn at it’s legs. She stretches arms reaching the sky, she looks up, fingertips press together. The man had been growing distant, she had assumed it was friends growing apart b...

Her throat burned as she pushed the peas on her plate, back and forth. The silver platters were laid out in celebration, the group getting more gold then they had in months and splurging. It was a feast, in the small inn, tables from each of their four rooms brought into her own and pushed together. Silver plates, the prized possession of one of them. A large roast, mashed potatoes, peas, carrots ...

The soft cotton sheet protected her from the sharp blades of grass she laid on, the sun had set hours ago but she still sat. Eyes drifting to the city that sat across the river, their bright white lights reflecting on her deep blue eyes. She drifted from the highest of buildings where some offices still had their white lights on, then lower, apartments with varying colors. She had laughed at the t...

The room was a bright white, clean and free of any infection. Many tables line it from wall to wall, all white, never a stain of color. A man stands behind one of the many tables, staring at the array of different leaves. Some bright green, others browning and crinkling at their corners. Some have holes and tears, yet they were all leaves, the original shape all the same. They began the same but a...

The wind brushed through the woman’s hair softly making her cheeks puff up before blowing the strands out of her face. It was the beginnings of winter, the air getting crisper with each day. She adjusts her gloves then begins to lower herself down to the grass, a thin sheet of frost covers it which in turn soaks her pants but she pays little mind to it. She stares at the headstone in front of her,...

The dust was heavy in her nose, lung full of it as she coughs violently into the metal of her armor which was now heavy after hours of fighting. She drops the heavy great sword and it crashes to the ground with a thump. Her knees soon follow, settling on the ground along with the dust. When she looks around she is met with dread, the result of war. Men and women alike all had fallen and only few s...