Flora Nickels
Joined August 2022
37 stories
Bio
Stories (37)
Filter by community
Golden Shackles
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. From here she could hear the clunking of horse hooves on the cobblestones, the buzzing of distant chatter with the shouting of marketers occasionally breaking over the hum. The smell of sweat, shit, and spices wafted up. The city outside could have been a whole other world. It was nothing like the quiet river village she’d grown up in, where a newcomer’s arrival would be a week’s worth of gossip and on a clear night, it was impossible to count all the stars.
By Flora Nickels3 years ago in Fiction
