Written by Celyana Nightbloom Flash Fiction Feb by Storytelling Collective — day 6, prompt: Oath She doesn’t remember when she promised him. She barely remembers yesterday, let alone today. And something has been breaking in her heart, piece by piece, edge by godforsaken edge. Something that was making her forget…

Written by Celyana Nightbloom Flash Fiction Feb by Storytelling Collective — day 5, prompt: Fight “You parried too late, again, Azima.” Garrhus spat to his left, his sword flicking back to his right effortlessly and resting just above the floor. Not a scratch was on him and not a breath…

Written by Celyana Nightbloom Flash Fiction Feb by Storytelling Collective — day 4, prompt: Legend There’s a prophecy about me. A phrase, a poem, and at least a book and a half with my name written in blood in its pages. The Blood of the last Sanguine Oracle, who bled…

Written by Celyana Nightbloom Flash Fiction Feb by Storytelling Collective — day 3, prompt: Stars “Please sign on the dotted line. It’s just a formality, one final signature since it’s today.” She heard the voice but it barely registered and she almost missed the regret in the tone. Instead, she…

Written by Celyana Nightbloom Flash Fiction Feb by Storytelling Collective — day 2, prompt: Focus Fingers tapped on her cardboard coffee cup. She had time to kill but she didn’t know how to kill it. This was always the worst part, the waiting, the watching, the inevitable thinking. That last…

Written by Celyana Nightbloom Flash Fiction Feb by Storytelling Collective — day 1, prompt: Veri Peri “Pink or Periwinkle?” She asks, holding both blouses up and switching between them, likely too quickly for him to form an opinion at all. Not that he was looking. He was distracted as usual…