#8sunday Mar 01, 2015 Orida Dreams. #wewriwa My next Weekend Writing Warriors submission. Continue reading #8sunday Mar 01, 2015 Orida Dreams
Erit blinked. “Sold?” the word had lengthened and risen in tone. Her clutchmate paused, “You are the only one who had any of the skills required. Skrit, Tesrit and I are already indentured to the Company. You are the only one left. With your assignment, we may be able to repay the last of the Brood debts. We stand a chance of our offsprings’ offspring regaining a place in Society.” Continue reading “Annie’s Song – Erit na Rakh”
Bren suppressed her sigh as she lowered herself to sit cross-legged on the low riser. She took her time as she arranged herself on its ample cushions.
“Well, Daniel, what are we to do with you?” She eyed the sleek black form seated across the table.
If Daniel still had a body it would have been slick with perspiration, his heart would have been pounding, his throat would have ached with his screams of horror. Instead, when he was released from his scheduled shut down, there was nothing. Not even the sound of his breath rasping through his stressed lungs.