Attack of the Space Dwarves
The shuttle kissed the face of the planet with a soft hum. The ramp lowered to the grass, and four short figures descended, the warm afternoon sun glistening off their
Daniel Hopkins
March 15, 2023
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The shuttle kissed the face of the planet with a soft hum. The ramp lowered to the grass, and four short figures descended, the warm afternoon sun glistening off their
“Borolax! For the fifth time now! Answer the bell!” His eyelids lifted like the sunrise. Not that there was one. The horizon was a black sheet with pinpricks of white.
The room was black. The walls draped in sticky gray webs. It crawled with eight legs and a million eyes. A dirty metal ball rolled across the floor. More eyes
I ask: Shall a man be condemned by his works? Even so if his intentions be good? Why do you answer me not? Shall it be there is no you?
His day would normally begin when a wrench clunked against his head. Arms and legs would pop out beneath him, and he and his coworkers would hop off the shelves
YAR HAR! If ye be reading this, then yer no doubt found me message in a bottle! Make ye no mistake, laddy. This bottle be me second-to-last bottle o’ rum!
“Miss?” I flinch at his voice. “Here we are, miss.” The wagon driver stares at me with his hand extended. Giving him a faint smile, I drop a gold coin
This story is a flash-fiction exercise based on Brandon Sanderson’s 2020 BYU creative writing class. Darkor raised his shield to repel the icy drool of the cave mouth. “Princess! Can
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