Tag: Short Story
-
DC’s Dawnstar: Trapped
“Yes, that’s right. The plumber will call round on Thursday morning and fit your washer. What was that? Yes. I see. Ah, no… not now. Mention it to him when he’s there, and he’ll take a look. Charge? Just ask him before, he’ll let you know. He may be able to fix it for you…
-
DC’s Dawnstar: Dawning
She looked up at the sky through the hole she’d created. Clouds were covering the pale blue quickly; the rains were coming. Looking at the sky, she remembered her home on Starhaven, and the arc from the galaxy centre that shone brightly from the dusk hours and throughout the night. She remembered the bright orange…
-
DC’s Dawnstar: Assessing
Her shoulders ached. The left side of her body too. Her wings ached most of all. She heard voices coming from outside of the room – a strange language; familiar, yet ancient. She opened her eyes and looked around. A man slept on a seat opposite. Looking further around the room, she saw it comfortably…
-
DC’s Dawnstar: Awakening
“Mabel? What’s wrong? You sounded urgent on the phone and now you look as white as a ghost.” “Sheila. Quick. Come in.” Mabel ushered her sister into the hallway and quickly checked left and right up and down the street. She looked at the bus stop in front of the house. “Were you followed? Was…
-
DC’s Dawnstar
“George!” “GEORGE!” Intense shaking followed. “Uh… what…? Where? Mabel, what are you doing? It’s three o’clock in the morning. I’ve only just got to sleep.” “George, someone’s broken into the shed.” George sat upright in bed, still feeling sleepy. “The shed? What shed?” “Your shed. Our shed. The garden shed. And it’s ten past one.”…
The Mansionic Perspective 