Flash Fiction

7 – Rise of the Realms Spin-Off Short Story

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Since the day Kat DuPont made a deal with the Fee of the Earth Realm, each realm has begun to merge. Follow along with Rise of the Realms flash fiction short stories, and watch as her consequences unfold.

To the readers: Each flash fiction will be written from scratch at the time of posting – a complete “on the spot” writing of the author’s imagination. Each story will be written and posted immediately, untouched by an editor. At no time may this be copied or reproduced in any way, without permission. (C) D. Fischer 2018.

The sandman watches the little boy sleep, his tiny blond curls tucked behind his petite ears. Evidence of dried, salty sweat from an evening of playtime bunch the locks in random places along the boy’s freckled forehead.

He lives a hard life, the sandman thinks to himself.

This little boy has been his charge since birth, his mother abandoning him at a local church the day after. It is his responsibility to deliver peaceful dreams to a child who deserves more.

Emotions overcome the sandman, feelings for which he’s not privy to. Sandmen do not feel – Sureen, their Fee creator, made them this way, a fact he now resents.

However, a few days ago, feelings and emotions came to him like a whisper in the wind. There are rumors of why this may be, but none the sandman can prove with fact.

He clutches his chest with large, boney fingers as sympathy takes its turn. It blossoms inside him, overbearing feelings to protect this little boy who knows nothing of a father or mother.

The blankets tucked under his dimpled chin are tattered and have seen better days. The chocolate brown bear he clutches is missing an eye, and his room is absent of mementos.

It is a hard life, the sandman concurs. To live in an orphanage, your future uncertain and words of adoration forgotten … a hard life, indeed.

The sandman reaches in his satchel, knowing the most he can do is bring joy to the child while he sleeps. He pinches the white, sparkling dust within, the very dust that’s collected from the inferaze caves in the dream realm, carefully chiseled from the black rock by crafty dwarves.

Lifting his hand, the sandman bends forward, and as he does so, he feels a presence behind him, pricking his senses. The sandman halts his movements and his muscles bunch, wary. He recognizes the feeling of doom which wafts from his invisible observer.

“Demon,” the sandman mumbles, calling the creature by his species. His voice is low, quiet, in hopes of not disturbing the child who is unaware of the danger presented.

The sandman’s eyes harden, and he reverses his posture. Standing fully erect once more, he hides the dust by cupping it in his palm.

He turns, his eyes scanning the corner. Though nothing appears to be there, the sandman knows the demon is keeping himself invisible.

“Leave,” the sandman orders, leaving no room for games demons enjoy playing.

The demon blasts a wave of terror into the room before showing himself. Like a still pond prodded by a curious finger, the demon’s body ripples into solidity. The sandman looks to the boy, making sure he still slumbers. A frown bunches his white eyebrows.

The sandman knows why the demon is here. Creatures of fear only want one thing: to feed.

The two stare at one another, each reading the other’s body language, preparing for their next move. Demons have little patience, so he waits, and when the demon lunges, the sandman throws the dust from his palm. The demon runs into the dust as it floats in the room like twinkling falling snow.

With a thud to the ground, the demon stills, his eyes roaming but not seeing what’s in front of him.

“Creatures who aren’t meant for sleep hallucinate when they come into contact with dream dust,” the sandman mumbles. He quietly strides across the room and stands over the demon. “Perhaps we shall call this a life lesson?” He bends to the wide-eyes demon, placing his hand of his shoulder. “Or does that not apply for those who consume fear?”

The sandman’s chest swells with pride for protecting his charge, another emotion he’s never felt.

Looking to the sleeping child once more, he fades, taking his demon captive with him while vowing to return to the boy’s side, delivering the peaceful dreams he had wordlessly promised.

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