Posted by: picca on: January 14, 2009
Sophie hiccupped and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.
“Do you like this?” she drawled, stepping closer to the man. He was hunched over on the ground, eyes clinched in pain.
Sophie squatted down and bounced on the balls of her feet, leaning in close to him. The smell of alcohol was [...]
Posted by: picca on: June 3, 2007
They moved swiftly through the dark forest. They had taken care of the intruders quickly enough; unarmed, slow humans were no match for their speed.
But as they traveled back to the village, something caught one of the warrior’s eye – or more, his ear. He slowed to a stop instantly, and made his way [...]
Posted by: picca on: March 27, 2007
Heavy breathing. All is black.
Scratched lines and a fuzzy radio screech.
Droplets of rain and blood.
Jagged, rough images. Pain. A hand drenched in a sticky red liquid.
Screams.
People talking. Arguing.
“I don’t want you to go.” A male voice.
She felt herself speak. “I have to.” A hand grabbed hers.
Her heart pounded in [...]
