Tuesday, November 30, 2010


Jingle Jangle
By Naomi Cody

Three little columns of jeweled black trace their way across the stone path outside the castle. Three little columns of jeweled black jingle-jangling as they walk. No one sees them who shouldn’t see them. No one hears the jingle-jangle of their steps but they

And the king.

The king hears their jingle-jangling and he knows.

He knows that when the jingle-jangle stops, the castle will be empty.

And all those loyal to the king will be dead.

- - -
Naomi plays more Minecraft than God.


- - -

Help keep Yesteryear Fiction alive! Visit our sponsors! :)

- - -

Blog Archive