Without any hint or warning, the man on the rooftop of the building jumped to the busy Cinnabar street below us.
“At this point, you should know what I am,” I told Prudence.Read More
The sunset of Verona disappeared, replaced by the almost artificial-like version of Cinnabar City. The sight of the buildings and towers surrounding us burned annoyance in Prudence's eyes.
“I didn't ask to be brought here. Bring me back to my sister's house,” she told me.
I walked towards the edge of the rooftop we were on. “Your mouth speaks one thing but your heart another.”Read More
Only a tiny hint of surprise registered on Prudence's face when I joined her on the swing set.
“I didn't peg you as someone who plays on a swing when on vacation,” I told her.
“I don't play on swings,” Prudence replied without taking her eyes off the young sunset. “And I'm not on vacation.”Read More
The sun burned the earth of Verona unlike how it did Cinnabar. No burning steel and concrete blocks, just pure earth playing with fire, boasting off warmth that pacified the soul. Except, what did I know about souls? I didn't have one.Read More
In a glance, Prudence's bed looked identical to Annie's. The pillows were too soft, as if no human had touched them for a long time. Not a single handprint could be seen on the fabric of the blankets and bed sheet.Read More
I could've told Henrietta to stop pounding at the door and take pity on her bruised shoulder. Too bad she couldn't see nor hear me. If her mouth wasn't gagged, cries for help would accomplish every beat on the wooden door. If it wasn't for the brutal hours too, tears would complete that trio.Read More
Prudence fell backwards on the ground, silent tears streaming down her face. The insectoid let out an angry hiss, its stinger making a sudden thrust towards her chest, only to stop a couple of centimeters away from contact. Both creatures were immobile.Read More
The purple lasso appeared for a split second before vanishing from sight. Prudence's doppelgänger revealed its true identity. Appendages of freaky proportions. Lifeless, black eyes. A jagged row of teeth inside a big mouth. Aghast, her mouth froze wide open in silence before letting out a defeated cry when the giant stinger on the insectoid's back rocked back and forth with greenish fluid as if taunting her.Read More
Prudence slipped through a hole in the wall, climbed the stairs and slowly made her way across the dark. “You know it would be nicer if you do something other than watch, like helping me for a change,” she told me when she arrived at the stair's landing. She continued walking.Read More
Author of I Killed My Friends and It Thrilled Me and Walden and Hyde (and Other Short Stories).
© Xeno Hemlock 2017.