December Knight's Blog, page 7

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As she walked along the street and looked in the gutter, she realized face masks had become the new cigarette butts. Tambra didn’t fool herself, she felt they were unnecessary, but everyone was under the impression that a piece of tissue paper would save their lives so why not let them believe it. She prized herself for being slightly libertarian and being in marketing she had to appreciate the exerted energy that was put into making people mindlessly believe masks were their ...

Harriet

She traveled because it cost the same as therapy and was a lot more enjoyable. Oh, she did her best to follow the rules. She was always good at following them, except when it didn’t suit her. Take the fact that she knew she wasn’t supposed to speak with the invasive thoughts in her head. Well, she did well until they were her only companion, but her problem with them wasn’t that they were there and very often, if not always, disagreed with her. No, it was that they dominated the c...

A Long Lecture

She raised her hand to ask a question only to have her wrist caught. The boy next to her shook his head, leading her hand back to the tabletop. Releasing her he scribbled something on his legal pad in front of him, pushing it her way.

He’s not going to listen to you.

Ripping the pen out of his hand she quickly scribbled, How do you know?

A smile, pulling another pen from his pencil bag he added, Watch.

He opened his mouth and at the top of his voice s...

Let's get started!

Hello everyone and welcome! I only feel it’s fair, before beginning, to explain what is going on and what to expect in the future on www.decemberknight.com. I am planning a lot of fun goodies for my readers and site users some free and some paid, so there will be something for everyone.

First, I should introduce the for sure. The week following the posting of this I will start posting short stories based on a series of prompts every week. These will be available for...

What I remember was that she was with us at 8pm. I wouldn’t say there was anything out of the ordinary in fact, she seemed more then usually happy. I’m told that people can fake their emotions. They can put on a basic stage performance to please the masses, hide their hidden sins or intentions from the naked eye. That wasn’t Sonya at all. I had known her since first grade, she suited the old saying, ‘you wear your emotions on your sleeve.’ She couldn...