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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Running

             I was running; running as fast as my short legs could take me. But they burned with exhaustion. My knees buckled and I stumbled over a root on the ground. I cut my hand on a sharp rock and felt the trickle of warm liquid flowing down my fingers. I could hear the hounds…

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