Flash Fictions
Hi. I'm Monoceros and I love to write. I recently got into flash fictions, so I decided to write stories in 200 words or less using champion select quotes. Some will relate to the champion, and some will just use the quote in a meaningful way. I will try and eventually do every champion! (I also might not use the full quote, just parts of it!) I would love any feedback given, good or bad!
A new moon is rising
A pale cascade bathed me as I gazed out into the desolate streets. The citizens who occupied them hours ago were gone. Tucked away into their homes to await the upcoming dawn. They feared it; the moon. Unable to understand it’s true power, only the emptiness they think it brings.
“Idiots.” It’s what they are. I can feel the lunar energy pour into me like a steady flow of fine crimson wine. Rich. Beautiful... Delicious. The energy was like ambrosia. Revitalizing me and heightening my senses. They were rejecting this gift from the heavens. The gift of being able to hear the patter of mouse feet on the gravel half a mile away. The capability to look into darkness as if it was daylight. I could even taste the heaviness of the moisture in the air, and smell the wild scent of wolves prowling in the pastures near me.
“Your time has come,” I muttered, unsheathing my ivory blade.
I rushed into the village.
Word count: 164
Only you can hear me
“Daddy! Help me!” A voice like a soft bell rang.
“Please! Help me Da-” The girl screamed, abruptly cutting her off.
I surveyed my room, “Who’s there?” I questioned, but I heard no response, instead the voice took over my thoughts,
“I was taken, Daddy. They’re hurting me. Please save me.” Emotions were pouring into me. Emotions that weren’t mine. I could taste foreign tears on my tongue, hear the rushing of blood through my ears in terror, and the agony of unseen bruises on my body.
“He-hello?” I voiced in my mind, “Who is this?”
“Hi Daddy. I’m your d-daughter. Mommy never told you about me, but I can only talk to you right now. Please help me!”
I was paralyzed. A flurry of feelings battling each other. However, anger swiftly bloomed, subjugating any other emotion. Anger for not being told I had a daughter. Anger for being deprived of my child. Anger at the sick bastards who seized her.
I stood up, “Where did they take you, honey?”
Word count: 170
4/22/15

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