Committing a Crime Committing a Crime By Megan Cutler | September 25, 2015 | Comments 1 comment He had always been light on his feet. It was how he got the name; Silkfoot. He often boasted he could prance across a cloud. If he was wrong, no one would ever be able to prove it. A quick glance across the room confirmed his lumbering partner moving with the same silence, if not … Read More Read More
Colours Colours By Megan Cutler | August 7, 2015 | Comments 1 comment Blood dripped from the edge of his blade, bright scarlet against the steel. It filled his nostrils with an acrid tang, his mouth with the taste of iron. It oozed, hot and sticky, from the wound in his forehead, long but shallow. Kneeling, he wiped the blade clean on the shirt of one of the … Read More Read More