Her Death Between Them

Author's Note: I wrote this story with the purpose of working style. This means the plot isn't super fleshed out, so feel free to read it as many times as you need.   “Do not go my son.” The priest's voice. “You will hate yourself.” “I already do.” The young man. He stepped off the … Continue reading Her Death Between Them



  I made a mistake. And I grimace in joy at the consequences. In the heat of the moment, with the banner of our newly birthing nation wrapped around my mind, I pulled the trigger. My flintlock sent sparks to gunpowder and spit out the iron ball. And the prince, only five years old, fell … Continue reading Flintlock