Stories
Fiction & Micro-FictionFlames of the Fire
"Orthael!" she spat. "Protector of life, servant of the All-Consumer." Her voice dripped disdain. "Summoned by a local parish, no doubt." Orthael nodded. "To protect us." He nodded again. "Well, holy man, where were you when my village was destroyed by one of the...
An Introduction and a Challenge
"I ask you again," Malika said. "Who be you, and how be it you come to be here, just at this very moment? Be you a final test, holy man or not, to confirm my resolve, to baptize me in the fire of purification against the forces of Ashmar?" She could feel her tone...
Of the Dark, Of the Light
Malika brought Morduth up so it pointed at the newcomer. Blue flame flared up bright and tall along the blade's length, spilling over the hilt and onto her hand and wrist. She didn't notice. All her attention was on this man of the cloth standing before her and on the...
Servants of Fire
Malika wiped away the tears from her eyes with the palm of one hand and gracefully rose to her feet, turning to face the newcomer. "Be you friend or foe?" she asked. "Morduth insists you be friend, but I be not so willing to trust in his judgment just yet." Mistress,...
Uncomfortable Silence
Jimmy set his lunch down on the break table and plopped down in a chair, heaving a huge sigh. "Man, what a day," he said, picking up his sandwich and taking a bite. "Uh..." Frank said, looking at Jimmy then glancing quickly away to catch Seth's eye, sharing a...
Blood Rain
"There is blood in the rain," stated the Deep One, matter-of-factly. He stood at the deck railing, staring out over the city spread out below. "What do you mean, sire?" Kolster asked, looking up at the imposing figure looming over him. "There is blood in the rain,"...
Corners
I drag a finger along a wall as I walk around the room. I can feel the grainy surface of drywall and paint. Approaching the corner, my fingertips lift off the surface slightly, pulling further away as I draw closer to the junction of the adjoining wall. "Why'd you do...
ɹəɥʇᴂN
Grey mist sails past his face, and it is enough to shake him from his reverie. His mind is sluggish, slow, as though he is awakening from a dream. Perhaps he is, but then he has woken into a nightmare. He looks down at his hands, outstretched before him, palms up. His...
Everywhere I Go
You've heard the expression, "Everywhere you go, there you are." Well, I've got a variation for you. "Everywhere I go, there you are." Frankly, I'm getting tired of it. At first I thought it was just me. You know, how you see a familiar face in a crowd, only to look...