Friday Fictioneers: Imprisoned


Approaching the Mystical Tree, she whispered, “Grandfather?” Slowly, a white, bony hand emerges. “You’ve come, child.” “Yes and I brought nourishment.” She handed him the bags of blood. Thirstily, he devoured bag upon bag. “I wish I brought more.” “You did good, child. I will be satiated for days. Besides, it isn’t as though I…

Friday Fictioneers: Strange World


Dear Diary, Strange things had happened since I last written. I was running for my life after landing on the accused list of witches. Me! Of all people. Angry men with torches came after me, wanting me dead and as it started raining, I sought shelter. Once inside, I prayed, prayed this whole thing would stop…