Muninn's Memories



December 2016

Pack of Lies

A Yuletide Pansy Tale ©2016 Kecia Sparlin; 695 words

Sensitive: Sixteen-Seventeen

No matter how old I was or how many experiences I had, I'd never outgrow Mum and Dad.

The Sadist

Alone, she tried to raise her hand, but the drugs were too strong. ©2016 Kecia Sparlin; 99 words

Sensitive: Fourteen-Fifteen

Sure I was really dying this time, I shouted over the emergency comm for help.

Blue Lights

He drove, and she zipped her jeans.©2016 Kecia Sparlin; 100 words

Sensitive: Thirteen

You can't measure inspiration, creativity, beauty, or wisdom.

A Black Mare

...the arena's gold had grayed. ©2016 Kecia Sparlin; 100 words

Sensitive: Eleven-Twelve

I felt more like a project than ever, a girl kept patched together for delivery to a sentient ship in their war.

Organizational Fix? Anyone?

Every web designer in the world is now cringing at the awkwardness of this, I know, and I apologize.

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