A vicious scar ran from the side of his mouth to his temple, showing his teeth and gum on one side. His remaining eye flashed different colours - now blue, now red, now white. His grey hair stuck up in tufts, not like bedhead but like ...

25 Nov 2008

His face was far from the pale one she had once known - a scar ran down his face from forehead to mouth, one of his eyes was bandaged over and his hair was greasy and matted. His suit was torn and bloodstained, and every breath he took ...

19 Nov 2008

On the girl’s left arm, a deep scar ran from elbow to shoulder, and she could see fainter lines around her jaw. Marie lifted her hand and ran it down her own arm. Even under her long sleeves–she always wore long sleeves–she could feel ...

18 Nov 2008

A prominent scar ran down his face, a memory of a battle long ago from some world who’s name he couldn’t remember. He’d fought a lifetime in the Confederation army and had been rewarded with this assignment, another fight to stop an ...

18 Nov 2008

The scar ran from my belly button to my privates and it wasn't a straight line--it meandered from let to right and back again. I swear that the technician was drunk or high when he did the sewing. And, over the years I tried to get the ...

15 Nov 2008

A broad scar ran half its height, smooth and vulnerable cambium exposed above a desolation of splintered heartwood. Where once a full canopy of golden leaves caught breezes there was a shell, branches once sheltered exposed to the ...

9 Nov 2008