short story – Page 5 – Jordyn Saelor

fled

I waited a good two breaths in the corridor for Mfrlfip to emerge after me just to see if it would try to stop me, but it didn’t appear so I

Percy was God. Whoever Percy was. The salamanders and trees were his forces who braved the Dust Seas to either kill

I came to in a bed of rough feathers under an orange sky–dark orange, basically brown, streaked with red, because dust clouded the air.

Passionate Percy, have mercy on this mortal, for terror and evil have they known.

In the story books I read at home, the captured maiden was always blindfolded or asleep and never knew where her captors took her until

They wrapped me in branches, bark as rough as stale bread, and carried me kicking and screaming, still invisible

The first salamander I accidentally stepped on squelched and blood dribbled out and I hurried on. The second I stepped on

previous part: https://jordynsaelor.com/2025/10/03/hunger-of-the-things/ all parts: https://jordynsaelor.com/cant-catch-me-now/ *** “It burns!” the upper blanket squealed. “Run!” the middle blanket cried. “Clargor fristhimnba–” the lower blanket hissed, then they all vanished from my back so I could see everything. The trees moved. Roots thrust up from the ground to stab back down and pull their trunks through theContinue reading “squeal of the things”

I don’t break all at once, I erode into dust, sands of insanity carve sandstone sculptures (oh so pretty), dear dysmorphia,

I tried to avoid getting near the trees, but the further we walked, the closer they got and I wasn’t about to go back to the demon door