A science fiction magazine that publishes drabbles, stories of exactly 100 words in length. This is a professional paying market.
15/12/2023
My captor inhaled deeply. “What is that fragrance? It’s delightful!” I turned away, had my head forced back around. “Tell me.” I grimaced as their grip and grin tightened. I gently exhaled. “Esprit des lames.” “That a breath freshener?” “Nanite-based.” A frown formed. “Nanites?” “It’s a hypergolic, means ‘Spirit of Blades.’” I sat up as straight as the bonds allowed....
My captor inhaled deeply. “What is that fragrance? It’s delightful!” I turned away, had my head forced back around. “Tell me.” I grimaced as their grip and grin tightened. I gently exhaled. “Esprit…
