I wrote this to kunama_wolf's prompt when I thought my first piece was trapped in a broken computer or lost.  It follows on from An Angel With A Message.

Haigenes had a lot to think about.  That was unusual because he wasn’t encouraged to think.  Usually he was told what to do and did it.  It was certainly easier than being shouted at and called slow and ( Read more... )

I wrote this in response to kunama_wolf's prompt and rescued it from my computer that has issues.  This has a sequel in the piece I wrote as a replacement when I had thought I had lost this one, The Man With The Bucket.

Aldorachai found himself in this position rather often.  He was beginning to think of it as an occupational hazard.  The humans who did this ( Read more... )

I wrote this to ysabetwordsmith's first prompt.

“Just curious,” asked the voice from the doorway, “but what are you doing?”

The priest straightened.  “This boy is possessed by an unclean spirit, giving him hallucinations.  The spirit must be driven out to save his soul and mind.  His mother was supposed to stop us being disturbed.”  The priest hadn’t turned to see ( Read more... )

I wrote this to ysabetwordsmith's fourth prompt.  It follows on from Forewarning.

Birgenes hadn’t told anyone where he was going, what he was doing or why.  He had a real fear that if he did, he’d be stopped and detained.  As a religious candidate, former religious candidate in his own mind, there was a real chance he’d wind up in a corrective retreat being ( Read more... )

I wrote this to ysabetwordsmith's second prompt.

“So,” Colexes looked across the plains lying before them, “what do the Benarians think they’re cleansing?”

His companion on the hill top gazed in the same direction.  From here they could see three towns lying along the river and downstream, on the edge of their vision, was a smudge that was the smoke above the city ( Read more... )