As a babysitter you are putting a young girl to bed. She says “Don’t worry. There aren’t any monsters in the closet. Daddy keeps them all locked up in the basement.”
“Keep still! It has had an effect on every Chosen One since it – I don’t even know how long. It always has. They become detached from their family and friends, obsessed with protecting the land and eventually they run themselves into the ground. Do you want a pixie cut or a bob now that you’ve made me hack off another hunk?”
I stared down at the two graves before me. I knew retaining my composure was essential in this situation. I took a deep breath and glanced quickly at the group of five older men stood off to one side.
"I only steal from people who have too much, or when I’m annoyed. I’m like Robin Hood, only prettier"
Personally I’m glad I’m not the Chosen One. I can hardly make breakfast for myself, I don’t want that kind of responsibility
I heard the car speeding around the corner before I saw it. It was headed toward a young woman who had a large pair of headphones over her ears. She didn’t hear the car. I raced towards her and tackled her off the road. The car clipped my hip and we rolled across the concrete, … Continue reading Short Story: ‘The Mark’
There are many kinds of dragon in this world...