The Edge of Twilight – The Journey

The Edge of Twilight – The Journey The sun had barely risen above Woodland Trails when Bel and the Old Fox gently woke the sleeping Young Vixen. The elegant figure of Zuzu was sat in the parlour sipping tea and waiting.

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The Edge of Twilight 8 – Old Fox Returns

The Edge of Twilight 8 – Old Fox Returns It was late in the evening when the Old Fox returned. He entered Bel’s kitchen and was immediately hushed by Bel. ‘Let her sleep,’ Bel whispered, nodding her head towards the Young Vixen sleeping in the chair by the fire.

Edge of Twilight 6 – Gone Missing

Edge of Twilight 6 – Gone Missing The next day the Young Vixen was woken by the sharp knocking at her door. As she opened it three boisterous cubs rushed past her and she saw Vanda standing there, her face weary with worry. ‘Come in,’ said the Young Vixen.

Edge of Twilight 5 – The Photoshoot

The Young Vixen had managed to convince Bel to employ Vanda and Reynard. Bel had been unsure, but the Young Vixen had argued it would look more professional. In return she had promised to tempt the Old Fox into joining them too. ‘He’d would look so dapper in some of her more gentlemanly fashions,’ Bel had said.

The Edge of Twilight 4 – TV and Pizza

The Edge of Twilight 4 – TV and Pizza The following day Si was sat in his plush leopard-print office, beneath what he called his penthouse flat which in fact was the two storeys above his photographic shop, watching re-runs of ‘The Dogs of Chaos’ on the floor to ceiling pencil thin plasma tv.

Edge of Twilight 3 – The Young Vixen’s Dilemma

Edge of Twilight 3 – The Young Vixen’s Dilemma The words of the Masked Bandit haunted the Young Vixen in the days following their confrontation. In normal circumstances she would have talked things out with the Old Fox, hoping he would have some gem of wisdom to help her. This time she was under no illusions, if she told the Old Fox what Rigby Raccoon had said to her, he would be insistent she gave up her new job.

Edge of Twilight

Edge of Twilight Part 1 As they sat on the old wooden bench at the edge of twilight the Old Fox and the Young Vixen stared into the fading horizon. They snacked on pink sherbet popcorn and drank the remains of a bottle of alcohol-free wine.

Airs and Graces

Flash Fiction 350 - Fantasy Langstone Crescent had once been the elite part of town, where the privileged wealthy had set up home. Now, the once height of fashion homes looked shabby and rundown as the rest of the town. Still Margot Jennings tried to keep lofty standards and still considered herself a cut above the other inhabitants of the town.

Perception

As Cathy left the station it should have been the normal short walk to her home. Instead the street was silent, deathly silent.

Wastelanders of Friadan

The Wasteland people didn’t talk much. What language they had was limited sounds from the back of the throat, and we didn’t know or understood what they meant. Their homesteads, if they could be called that were sparse and ramshackle. Makeshift shelters surrounding a central fire, but to them, it was home.  The concept of … Continue reading Wastelanders of Friadan

Happiness

After a week of living with Loban and Arina, or it may have been a little more than that as the days of living in their idyllic home seemed to blend in and out of each other, officials from the asylum centre visited us. A mass of papers had to be filled in to apply … Continue reading Happiness

Hui’s Tale

The Spirit of Naga, the mother of rabbits, had been a distant mystery since any living rabbit could remember. Even Old Mingzhi, the oldest and wisest rabbit in the warren could only tell the stories. Diandian, a young buck yearling loved spending the twilight hours listen to Mingzhi’s tales. One evening Diandian and several young … Continue reading Hui’s Tale

The Crossing

The mist was heavy with the scent of freedom. The freedom that was beginning to slowly emerge with each step we took forward. Our pulses were racing as the dawn light got brighter and our footsteps took on a more urgent pace. Our absence would be soon noticed, and we knew it. The fake bodies … Continue reading The Crossing

The Rise of Doyrin

‘It was all part of the game’ that was what the Ombus, the god of magic in the middle of the Primelands, a flat oval-shaped world, told them. He was the keeper of the Sacred Chronicle of Sentinels and a god so he would know. Doyrin, one of the graduate wizards of Eternal Synergy was … Continue reading The Rise of Doyrin

Nami Gas

‘It’s a job;’ Lhoris kept telling herself. After three years of being out of work, she was willing to try anything. Now she was ready to start her first shift as an orderly on Vamir Motoris Ward, the acute psychiatric ward at a Rainbow Medical Centre. It had a well-known reputation for dealing with the … Continue reading Nami Gas

Tree of Destiny

It was late morning as I entered the Valley of Time. I was nearing the end of my quest and my tired aching limbs were beginning to pulse with that rush of excitement that something awesome was about to happen. On the breeze, I could smell burning, that sweet smell of burning wood. A campfire? … Continue reading Tree of Destiny

The Illusory Child

‘Oliver, please listen to me!!’ Alfie had been warned this time would come. It was part of the deal. When a kid no longer required an illusory it was time to disappear back into the realms of the occasional memory. Five years earlier, Alfie had been assigned to Oliver. Oliver was then just coming on … Continue reading The Illusory Child