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Friday Fictioneers: Slave Bones, Part 4

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Slaves Bones: / Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 /

Friday fictioneers again, it feels so long since I have contributed because I missed last week ūüė¶ . Anyway, I saw the photo this week and couldn’t help recoiling in sudden disgust, why on Earth would you frighten us with such a picture Madison? Haha. This week I am continuing with the slave bones series, which I am actually writing as a draft novel at the moment. Now, onwards and upward, I hope you enjoy and constructive criticism is welcome.

 

 

Night had nestled upon the desert, Rordan¬†leaned against the crumbling brick of the building, peering¬†out a gap into the endless darkness. Fatigue weighed heavily on him, pulling him into sleep which was so tantalising. He couldn’t be seduced¬†by the beauty of sleep though, Gunkiar¬†roamed the desert at night when the temperature dropped and the sun didn’t reign, and Rordan was on watch.

Rordan¬†had been in the shackles of slavery for over a year, he’d encountered many of the desert dwellers but only twice had he felt the squirm of disgust from setting eyes on a Gunkiar. The wind¬†moaned¬†in his ears, it swirled up columns of sand, dyed black by the lack of light. Rordan’s eyelids drooped, sleep was slowly luring him in, he snapped them open and caught sight of a figure in the corner of his eye. His stomach clenched at the memory of the yellow pulsating creature which exuded frothy white poison and glistened with a sheen of sticky,¬†sand speckled liquid, was it a Gunkiar?

Friday Fictioneers: Slave Bones, Part 2

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Slave Bones Series:/ Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 /

Another week and my stats seem to be dropping, oh well they will hopefully pick up soon as I introduce my new series for friday fictioneers; Slave Bones. The link to friday fiction prompt is here. Part 2 is below, hope you enjoy and constructive criticism is welcome as always.

 

As the sun completed its final milestone¬†of its day, so too did the slaves. The next camp lay crumbling before them, a stone shack that Rordan¬†couldn’t help thinking, depicted his current life style. Not that his previous one had been any better, he’d lived in squalor¬†beneath the city, trying to avoid the¬†wrath of the Ignis people like many people did. All his life the Ignis people had been an incessant threat to him, since the reign of King Corinth had died, so too had the respect between Ignis and Aluction people.

A single skeleton of a black barked tree stood in solace before the building, a buzzard sentry stood guard on it. It screeched at the slaves as they passed, like it too shared a passionate hatred for them. Everyone and everything Rordan had met, treated him with enmity which always curdled his Aluction blood and rattled his slave bones.

Friday Fictioneers: Slave Bones, Part 1

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Slave Bones Series:/ Part 1 / Part 2 /

Friday again! The Sharp Ends series has finished with a not so sharp end, if you’d like to read it, click here. And if you want the link to the friday fictioneers¬†prompt, that’s here. Hope you enjoy and constructive criticism is welcome.

 

Lasers of sunlight beamed down on the slaves, Rordan in particular was suffering the most. He was the youngest of the slaves by more than ten years, captured¬†for a crime he couldn’t help. His blue eyes swam about languorously, following the shimmering horizon and imagining a large expanse of fresh water over the next rise.

 There was no rise though, no hills protruded from the land for miles around, it was flat and barren and inhospitable. The land was so flat and desolate that Rordan could see the curvature of the planet.

“Look at that ya filthy, walking sh**s!” One of the guards with the flaming red eyes of Ignis kingdom chortled, pointing to a distant shape. Rordan squinted into the distance, the sun was diving under the horizon and silhoutted before it was a derelict building.