Darelle Cowley
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Ambushed in the Void
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Right now I wish they could though. If this peg doesn’t slide into place I’m going to scream my helmet right off into the Void. My fingers cramp again and I almost lose my grip. It’s not hard to imagine the heckling I’m getting from ship-side. It’s been ten minutes since I turned my comms off and I can still hear their laughter inside my helmet. Bloody heathens, the lot of them. I’ve been out here for thirty minutes and that’s twenty-nine minutes longer than I wanted.
By Darelle Cowley3 years ago in Fiction
Senses Deceive
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. A flickering, inviting light. The kind that made you ignore the sounds of scurrying beasts in the underbrush. The kind of light the made you forget the feeling of eyes tracking your every movement as you tried to step lightly through the crunching dead leaves and twigs beneath your feet on the path. Its warm glow burning away the cool chill of the autumn night. Beckoning the approaching group of teenagers like a beacon.
By Darelle Cowley4 years ago in Fiction
Who's a Dragon?
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Once upon a time we were all just plain, boring humans but that’s not the case anymore. It’s funny, not even the oldest of our elders were alive when they first came. And they’re really old. Like really old. Gran would swat me with her tail if she heard me say that. A grin stretches across my face as I think about her. Good old Gran. She told me our story first. The story of how the dragons came to us, how we became part of them. It’s been passed down mother to daughter for generations.
By Darelle Cowley4 years ago in Fiction
Her Only Crime
She gazed out into the crowd of angry faces, trying not to focus on any one man or voice. They'd chosen not to shackle her wrists or her ankles. Thinking she’d submit to their brute force. In the back of her mind that vicious voice laughed at their foolishness, even if the rest of her knew that there was no hope for her now. Her eyes kept straying to the man's rifle. They’d place him right in front of her. His very presence taunting her as she knew the end was drawing nearer. All the while the man in the red robes read off her crimes.
By Darelle Cowley4 years ago in Fiction
