getting it right meant carefully preparing it with my trusty dictionary in hand. Even if it was at night when everyone else was sleeping and the only light I had came from the crescent moon.
Author: WindySilver
N. WS. Jokela, more commonly known as WindySilver, is a Finnish programmer and a hobbyist artist fighting a war against procrastination on the losing side. When her free time is not taken up by things like reading, procrastination, video games, watching series or more procrastination, she mainly writes sci-fi fanfiction and original flash fiction of various genres. While she dabbles in a lot of things ranging from digital art to jewelry to plants to whatever catches her interest, writing is her persistent forte.
You should not give her yet another crazy flash fiction challenge to take part in because she simply cannot say "no" to it.
[Sept21] Tribble Month 28: In the Dark
Shiro grumbled somewhere on the ship when we docked after nightfall and let a hooded stranger in.
[Sept21] Tribble Month 27: Life Advice
Yeah, I wouldn't recommend it either, even for an immortal," I remarked as Kuro grumbled next to me.
[Sept21] Tribble Month 26: Art Supplies
"What does even make those art supplies so special, aside from being taken from a crypt and some creeps cursing you over getting it?" one of the twins, Hif, asked.
[Sept21] Tribble Month 25: Curses
"What's up with him?" Tymon asked. "A curse," the man explained. "Was retrieving this," he gestured to the coffer he had brought, "from a crypt when some creeps attacked me from behind. Been dripping this sludge since then."
[Sept21] Tribble Month 24: Memories of the Lost
I walked to Myrial's quarters to report that the ship was functioning and ready to depart. However, when I got there, I noticed my captain looking at old photos I had seen only once before: photos of the old crew, Heyiadl just like Myrial.
[Sept21] Tribble Month 23: A Would-Be Contract
Kuro, Shiro and I watched as Myrial tore our would
[Sept21] Tribble Month 22: Moving Forward
y parrots and I — and, frankly, the rest of the crew too — watched as Myrial and the twins returned without Ingolf.
[Sept21] Tribble Month 21: Blame
I roared as someone — two someones — tore me away from the fucker, who was now lying on the deck looking like he had not seen me coming. Maybe the fucker hadn't; he had so little concern for other people, that asshat.
[Sept21] Tribble Month 20: Intense Emotions
What? All this, to make me ready for interrogation?!
WindySilver 