Josan clutched the doorframe, doubling over with a ragged cough. Smoke pricked his eyes with a hundred tiny daggers. He gagged, pressing his face into the crook of his arm.
Orange flickers laced the opposite side of the great hall, wreathing ornate tapestries in smoke. Josan’s guard gripped his shoulder from behind. As if Seris could defend against this siege.
So this was supposed to go out Friday. It didn’t, because of reasons.
Those reasons mainly involving me not planning my time well and running things too close to the deadline.
But… I have a short story for you all!
For some time I’ve been considering creating a new lead magnet for my newsletter. Basically, something free you get when you sign up. And this is it!
If you are signed up to my newsletter, you’ll have received an email with this short story earlier this morning. Otherwise, you can sign up here to claim your own copy!
I can’t claim full credit for this story. It was the product of a ‘what if’ conversation between a friend and I about diaries and writing and death. I knew at once I had to put it in a story at some point, and this was the result.
All they’d left were the books, dusty and stained with blood and tears.
Kyth stood among the rubble, tiny pebbles skittering around his boots in a hot wind. The sun glared from the pale, iron sky, unforgiving to any who ventured into this forgotten crevice.