Molten Earth

He was in a place of darkness Where hate and resistance brew into a poisonous glance He was there Staring at the past and resisting... The present, the future, what he is He turned his heart into a live volcano Burning until there was nothing but a sulfurous stink and the charred remains of a soul once cherished He spewed…

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The Dragon’s Den

In response to Chuck Wendig's recent Flash Fiction Challenge: The Dragon, here's a short story inspired on his prompt. ©2016. Maricel Jiménez. All rights reserved. As she walked past the threshold she heard the characteristic sound of colliding beads. A whiff of cold damp air spanked her face. Ugh. The place smelled like yesterday’s fart. What am I doing here?…

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