Succubus victim

Originally posted on fauxcroft:
She was his succubus One he could not control One that dominated him That took him…

Tears of Blood

Rewritten and republished. Originally posted on fictionspawn.com September 21. 2016.

Gundersen was standing on his little bedroom balcony. He could see the whole factory from here. It was going well, they had lot of profit. He was getting rich.

The workers kept complaining, though. Assholes. He had built a great factory they could work in, and all they ever did was whimper. Our children are hungry, they said. We can’t afford medicines. With the accidents lately things had gotten worse.

He couldn’t get the image out of his head. She had been only eight years old, the little girl. Her body crushed in the paper compressor. Her swollen face…

A man walking by a garden fence. Aak fictionspawn

Gary

That summer Ron stayed home a lot. His so called friends wasn’t treating him well. He’d had enough, he just wanted to be alone.

He started going for walks at night, roaming around the streets, exploring the gardens of others when they were sleeping.

Sometimes he saw someone walk in a distance. At first he was hiding in the shadows, but night after night he started following them. Sneaking after them, finding out where they lived or where they were going.

One night he saw Gary come out of Andrew’s house…

Out of Orbit

-It’s fucking freezing tonight, I said as we walked down the street. We were both tired, it had been a hard weekend. -It shouldn’t be this cold in October.

I know! It’s too fucking cold to be real. I wasn’t cold this afternoon.

Dan looked up to the sky. -Fuck.

-What’s wrong?

-The sky. The stars. They… It sounds crazy, but they are different. They stand different.

I looked up. He was right. The Ursa Major seemed to be upside down or something…

The Moon Ball 3 – Execution

Link Pt 1: The Moon Ball

Link Pt 2: The Moon Ball – The King’s desire

-We got him, your Majesty!

-And the ball?

-Here it is.

-Splendid. The King held the ball in the air, looked at it. -Make sure it doesn’t disappear again. And as for the thief… I want him executed in front of the castle tomorrow. People must see that the King is not to be stolen from.

The rebellion in the south was giving him quite a headache. This would send a message to the people.

The next day the square was full of people…