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…

Maturity of Reality

He walked the narrow road up the hill. It was dark, but the moon was coming up on the other side of the valley. His feet were heavy, his eyesight blurry. She was gone. She had taken her belongings and left. No explanation. Not even a goodbye. Slowly he had realised she would not come back.

He could hear an owl …

The Mink Farm

Rewritten and republished. Originally published on fictionspawn.com December 13. 2016.

They could feel the cold draft from the door opening. With it came fear, running down the hall, hundreds of small animals shrinking in terror. Steps. Slowly down the path. A snort. Spit. He stopped. He was standing in front of her cage. The man. The man of death.

They were four in their cage now. Number twenty-three was lying dead in the corner. He had been for quite a while, he was starting to smell.

The sound of the metal lock. A door opening. She ran in circles, incapable of getting anywhere.

The door closed. It wasn’t her this time. It was number twenty-two, another one of her siblings. He was carried over the floor. The man stopped. Picked up the death stick. The little animal was fighting to get loose. No one had ever escaped.

The man held him up in the air…