A Forsworn Fantasy

Tag: books

  • Forty-seven

    Forty-seven

    I keep my eyes screwed shut, groaning as I lift my hand to my forehead and rub it, as if that would stop my brain from pounding against my skull. My mouth is bone-dry, my throat isn’t faring much better, and my lips feel like they’re ready to simply peel off my face, leaving me…

  • Forty-six

    Forty-six

    Ever since the crash, something has been leaving tattoos on my arm. That’s the only way I can describe it, at least. I don’t think it’s made of ink, and I certainly never felt the needle pierce my skin, but they appear regardless.  It’s not an intricate tattoo, or anything artistic or unique. It’s just…

  • Forty-five

    Forty-five

    “Do you have any idea just how delusional you sound?” Reece asked, exasperated, just before another arrow flew from Nelson’s bow, whistling through the air and thudding deep into the dummy at the other end of the firing range.  “Bullseye,” he bragged, brushing his hair back with one hand, combing his fingers slowly through his…

  • Forty-four

    Forty-four

    Look at him. Standing there like nothing’s wrong, smiling and waving at everyone as he opens the door to the room.  Yet, everyone else looks so ridiculously happy to see him. They all greet him as he enters, shaking his hand and giving him hugs. I swear, he could walk in covered with literal shit,…

  • Forty-two

    Forty-two

    CONTENT WARNING: This story contains depictions of substance abuse. — — — I cower in fear in the corner of my room, clutching something close to my chest. Tears stream down my cheeks, my eyes a nasty shade of red. I stare at the demons who stand at the door to my room, looking down…