Aaron Richmond
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I get bored and I write things. Sometimes they're good. Sometimes they're bad. Mostly they're things.
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Beneath The Floor
The ceiling above me shudders. Swollen with the heat of moving bodies, shadows flicker across the cracks in the old wood, restless in the candlelight. I hold my breath—laughter, thin and tired, drifts from between the floorboards. Off to my right, somebody drops a coin that clatters to the floor and rolls towards me. A shoe scrapes as somebody moves to retrieve it. The air smells of dust and perfume.
By Aaron Richmond2 months ago in Fiction
Romells' Ride. Top Story - August 2025.
The land was still steaming from the day’s rain. The smell of sodden leaves and black loam rose about him, clinging to his clothes, insinuating itself into the flesh. Romells rode bare-headed, letting the night wind lay its cool hand along his hair. It felt good — so bloody good — to be out from under stone ceilings, to have the sweat on his skin drying under the stars.
By Aaron Richmond5 months ago in Fiction
