• Skip to primary navigation
  • Skip to content
  • Skip to footer
Darkling Whim Untethered tales, beautifully scarred
  • Stories & Poems
  • AI
  • About
  • Now

    Fortification

    David’s hand trembled as he poured the Ballantines over the ice.

    less than 1 minute read

    Doug Langille

    Doug Langille

    hack writer & shameless technophile

    • Nova Scotia
    • Digital Doug
    • Amazon
    • Email

    Fortification

    David’s hand trembled as he poured the Ballantines over the ice. He drank it in a single pull and refilled his glass, wincing at the burning fortification. David ignored Melanie’s lifeless eyes staring at him and picked up the shovel.

    Photo by fishbulb9

    Subscribe via RSS. Subscribe via Email. Did this leave a mark? Tell me. Share with a friend.

    Tags: grounded, solitude, tension

    Published: September 8, 2014

    Previous Next

    You may also enjoy

    Xanarax

    less than 1 minute read

    There once was an alien named Xanarax

    Playing with Fire

    less than 1 minute read

    My thumb flicked the striker of the lighter and the spark gave birth to yet another flame.

    Eddie Zero

    39 minute read

    I didn’t kill him.

    I Shovel Dirt

    less than 1 minute read

    I shovel dirt into the hole and my face breaks into a sweat despite the cool night air.

    • Follow:
    • Darkling Whim
    • Digital Doug
    • Amazon
    • LinkedIn
    • Feed
    © 2013 - 2026 Darkling Whim. Powered by Jekyll & Minimal Mistakes.