About Project Flash Fiction
Why 100 words? Simply because I love flash fiction. So to the story: A series of a hundred word chapters beginning with a knight's first wolver kill.
(I do love animals by the way, there should be an unofficial PETA in SK to save all wolvers from becoming helms and coats!)
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1- Stroking Death
Those before us said it was akin to stroking a dying wild beast. I could feel the creature’s rough bristles under my tender, loving hands. Stained with dried blood, its coat was still magnificent. I watched the foam forming in its muzzle, the life bleeding dry from its feral red eyes. I kissed the steel of my blade with my lips in reverence before sliding it into that gorgeous coat, parting flesh from bone, baptising me in a spray of blood.
Those before us said it was akin to stroking a dying wild beast.
It was akin to stroking death.
We were once an advanced race my father once told me. We were a people of the stars, a dying race launched into the vastness of space in search of new worlds. Then we crash landed on this planet and reverted to our primitive origins.
Running soil between our fingers; grasping beast to breast only to skin it. We adorn ourselves with its pelt, throwing the head to boil it, polishing the skull with single-mindedness and finally mounting it atop our heads like conquered trophies.
I stare at myself in the mirror; a wolver clone.
I no longer recognize myself.