If that moral indignity was not to be in vain, I must reach J'ting.
Icy as the jewels at her ears, she creased her lip... ©2017 Kecia Sparlin; 100 words
The hull quaked amid a boom like thunder.
Glistening motes of chaff drifted on light. ©2017 Kecia Sparlin; 98 words
A Yuletide Pansy Tale ©2016 Kecia Sparlin; 695 words
No matter how old I was or how many experiences I had, I'd never outgrow Mum and Dad.
Alone, she tried to raise her hand, but the drugs were too strong. ©2016 Kecia Sparlin; 99 words
Sure I was really dying this time, I shouted over the emergency comm for help.
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