Zara huddled under a tree in the forest that lay just outside of the city. Unseen creatures scurried close by in the darkness, making her already speeding heart accelerate. She could feel the blood seeping from the cut that ran the length of the left side of her face, but she had nothing to tend … More The Slave Girl and the Mechant’s Son part 3 of 5.
The mistress was practically running toward Zara. Zara froze, fear gripping her. She wondered what she had done now. “Quickly,” the mistress urged, grabbing her by the wrist and yanking her hard to get her to move. They basically ran down the hall and into the mistress’s chamber, then she was flung into the female … More The Slave Girl and the Merchant’s Son Part 2 OF 5.
Zara trembled as she followed the merchant inside the large stone house. He started giving orders to the waiting slaves, orders she couldn’t hear because of the sound of her heart in her ears. She was pushed into a chair and a pile of food was placed in front of her. After eating as much … More Short Story: The Slave Girl and the Merchant’s Son Part One/Five.
Anna covered her ears with her hands. She was sixteen but felt as helpless as a six-year-old. Her parents’ fighting filtered through her closed door, her hands. She closed her eyes and hummed, but she couldn’t block them out. She knew this could go on for hours and she couldn’t stand it, not for another … More A Kiss Forgotten.