Christina wasn’t trying to figure these things out for an actual purpose. She wasn’t a spy working undercover to find a thief. She wasn’t infiltrating a secret organisation. She was a stressed and worried woman who kept twisting her fingers together as if she was going to snap them off, trying to distract herself from the twisting happening in her stomach. So, trying to figure out if the woman opposite was in her early 30’s or late 20’s, even though she had very luminescent grey and white hair, was a good distraction from the feeling in her feet telling her to run as far away as possible.
Tag: Short Stories
The Street Crawlers: The Soldiers of Hell
Daisy was running down the corridors. They were practically empty, though before they’d been full of screaming, panicking agents. She was panting hard as she ran. She wasn’t the most athletic of the soldiers and ever since she had joined the artillery division she hadn’t needed to train as much. Right now she regretted avoiding… Continue reading The Street Crawlers: The Soldiers of Hell
The Street Crawlers: The Children of Hell
Sammy whistled cheerfully as she walked around her room, grabbing a mug from her bedside table and dancing around her bed to the drawers on the other side. She pulled out her phone and smiled at her reflection, moving her lips this way and that and looking at her teeth closely. She groaned and rubbed… Continue reading The Street Crawlers: The Children of Hell
The Street Crawlers: The Copper Fox
The Copper Fox grew just like normal children, and may even be counted as being a child, but never could they say that she was normal. Whilst normal children breathed in normal air she would breathe in the cold, black dust that lay on the street floor with upmost pleasure and yet never did she… Continue reading The Street Crawlers: The Copper Fox
The Literary Onion 