Potions boiled, rations rested apart. The alchemist from #Finisterre didn't bear a heart. He whisked meteorite powder, adding a little electrical charge. Imprisoned warriors acquiesced, no longer at large. The deranged alchemist giggled & stirred. Mercy was not his speed.
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Daily Flash Fiction
General FictionThis book is a rolling collection of short flash fictions which I'll be updating daily. Each story will have to incorporate one specific word every day, and that word will be identified with a hashtag in front. Enjoy!
