It came in the night. A rage-filled howl shattered the peaceful air of the valley, screaming its promise of pain and death. Zihao’s eyes flew open. He pushed himself up from his futon and grasped the hilt of his sword. Fear clawed at his stomach; he fought against it, and won.
It’s been a few weeks since I participated in one of Chuck Wendig’s flash fiction challenges. This week he set the challenge of picking a sin and writing a 1000 word story. I picked all seven sins and wrote 912 words. BECAUSE WHY THE HELL NOT?! I hope you enjoy this story, and I can’t wait to see what other sinful things my fellow flash-fiction writers have written. The Board “First item… Read More