She put what the old man called a "Vinyl" back into its ancient sleeve. He said there was music on it. She looked hard but didn't see any. via Daily Prompt: Sleeve #twitterfiction #twitterature
"It was a mistake," I pleaded. "Please. You don't have to do this." My arms and legs were strapped to the chair. I couldn't move. The bailiff brought out the syringe, took off the cap and inserted it in the IV line they had going into my forearm. I flinched as he pushed the plunger… Continue reading Daily Prompt: Elaborate
Han takes Phasma to Tattooine to meet the almighty Sarlacc. It doesn't go as planed. 1000 words.
By moonlight, he watched as she poured the ground marijuana into her palm. Shivering, he looked towards the ladder. He wanted to get down. There weren't any clouds out, though the sky was starting to rumble with thunder, and the dark night grew brighter. “Relax,” she said. “This will take the edge off. You still… Continue reading Partake
Han escapes Starkiller base, but stumbles upon someone that made it out of the trash compactor. 995 words.