B. M. Colville
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No one does anything without a reason.
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Once Upon a Nightmare
Sarah didn’t think she was giving up anything when she accepted the gift-card. She hurried into the dark alleyway not knowing how long she had, whether Frank was minutes or seconds behind her, she knew he was coming. He wouldn’t let her leave. The last time she had tried, slowly tucking small bills into the back of her underwear drawer, he had broken her arm in two places. He wouldn’t just let her leave now.
By B. M. Colville7 months ago in Fiction
False memory, true pain. Runner-Up in I Wrote This Challenge.
Three young children raced down the sun-dappled street. The two oldest were obviously siblings with the same dark hair, pale skin and round faces. The third was small and blonde. Whisps escaping from a long braid that wasn’t enough to control her hair through a long day at school and playing with friends. Standing beside her older brother and sister she didn’t look like she belonged.
By B. M. Colville7 months ago in Writers
I sincerely do not wish the best for your organisation
To whom it may concern, I hereby tender my resignation from Heroes Corp. as a Supers support person. I do not make this decision lightly after working for the company for four years. When I first joined the organisation I had hoped to make a career supporting the heroes doing exceptional work for our city and the wider world.
By B. M. Colville8 months ago in Journal
Ebb and Flow
Gemma was exhausted. It wasn’t a new experience, it had been her default setting for so long now that she almost didn’t remember any alternatives. The disease eating away at her bones and her blood ate her strength before she could use it, and the drugs were fighting her body as much as it was fighting the cells trying to kill her. She almost hadn’t made it to her appointment today, the chills and the shaking and the nausea all so bad she could barely get out of bed, it had only been Tim’s solid presence that had given her the spark of defiance to push out from the heavy covers of their bed and drag her broken body to the car.
By B. M. Colville4 years ago in Fiction
Summer's Dragon
“Come out and face me foul beast!” A voice called through the dull grey air of the windy mountain top. A chill sharpened everything. A warrior sat astride his glowing, white stallion. His armour smooth silver under the thick layer of mud from his weeks of hard travel.
By B. M. Colville5 years ago in Fiction
Shadow's Sister
Her people would always remember her as the villain. She knew why, and she accepted it, but it made her wonder how many other villains through history had made an honest mistake, a tiny moment that should have been forgotten in the sea of tiny moments that history was made up of, but instead changed the very world they lived in. Set the timeline on a new path towards destruction.
By B. M. Colville5 years ago in Fiction
Kathrine Schoening's Journals
Having a dream come true in the same event that struck a primal fear within Kathrine. It was a heady experience that caused massive cognitive dissonance and sent her head spinning. In short, she could barely stand up and her head hurt. A lot.
By B. M. Colville5 years ago in Futurism
