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  • Grim Fury

    Malika pushed forward into the village, her blade a blur of blue, flaming fury. It took several moments for the Lesser Dead to notice her, but as she cut them down, they flocked to her in greater numbers.

    They never had a chance.

    Each and every deathles…

    Posted 1 month ago
  • Grim Destruction

    Malika took the creature's arms in two quick strokes, toying with the monster in an almost vindictive manner. Then she followed it up with a blindingly fast sweep, lopping the deathless' head from its shoulders, banishing it back to Ashmar. She could affo…

    Posted 1 month ago
  • This Vale of Tears

    Orthael rocked backwards, groping blindly for the presence of the All-Consumer, but he found naught but dreadful nothingness. He was alone, he could not live with his mere humanity, and the night seemed dark and deep and filled with terrors he could not f…

    Posted 30 days ago
  • The Dead and the Living

    The Lesser Dead in all their varieties watched as the swordmaiden passed, followed a moment later by the holy man, now made impotent by their master. They allowed both to escape unscathed. Indeed many still held the swordmaiden in fear, for the way she ha…

    Posted 29 days ago
  • 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 …

    Posted 2 years ago
  • Flames 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 …

    Posted 2 years ago
  • 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 h…

    Posted 2 years ago
  • 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 ye…

    Posted 2 years ago
  • Beautiful Temptation

    She walks through a crowded plaza, a beacon of sultry beauty. She is temptation incarnate, a temptress with but one goal. She moves slowly, exulting in the wandering eyes of the men and not a few of the women. Many crave her. Others hate her. Still more c…

    Posted 27 days ago
  • Flamelit Silence

    Despite the situation, Orthael exhaled in deep relief. This, now, was a question that he had heard before. From widows, from parents, from orphans - even, on dark nights, from himself.

    "Oh, swordmaiden. The Flame has always been with you. Through all tha…

    Posted 9 days ago
  • Darkness Looming

    The light cleared, and Malika was momentarily blind. Then, she looked to Orthael, uncomprehending, only to see the wizened old man looking confused and unsettled. His sword had been extinguished completely, and he stood as one who had just been betrayed.

    Posted 1 month ago
  • Keen Edge

    Judgement was still and silent. The weapon was possessed of a long and storied history; as with any that know of the past, it knew to listen as well as speak. It did so now, with a patient devotion to detail - in Orthael's despondence Judgement absorbed t…

    Posted 28 days ago
  • Never Quit, Just Changed Format

    It had been fourteen days five months and one year since her last Ficlatté. She'd nearly forgotten how to write one. Most pieces she had been writing were Tweet length, capturing and enrapturing a new audience. Then there was the collection of short stori…

    Posted 7 months ago
  • The Split

    It had been fourteen days since he left. It was my choice, but, I couldn't help but think that this isn't what I signed up for. It had been a tumultuous twelve years and I knew I had to say goodbye, but I couldn't help but feel like I was ruining my life.…

    Posted 7 months ago
  • Beautiful Triumph

    An adolescent boy, nude but for a spotlessly white loincloth. Great feathered wings sprout from his shoulder blades, so perfectly clean and glorious that anyone who saw them would be instantly blinded. But of course there are none who can.

    He stands in t…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • A Beautiful Death

    She walks down the street in a red dress. Her long, black hair, emerald eyes, and pale skin catch me, even from across the street. How is it that no one else notices her?

    She turns her head, looking directly at me. A smile, a wink, and I'm frozen in plac…

    Posted 3 years ago
  • The Librettist

    Story is marked as mature

    Posted 4 years ago
  • Silhouette and Shadow

    There was a still silence. Orthael exhaled with a still patience, keeping Varenniel's presence with the same careful grip he used with Judgement: firm yet loose, secure without being crushing. It was exhilarating, to wield power that was beyond men.

    Eno…

    Posted 1 month ago
  • Silence after the Storm

    The forest lay in perfect stillness around her, the bodies of the beasts she had slain strewn haphazardly all about. She stood, head tilted forward, listening for the next attack. It never came. She held the sword aloft, the blue raging flames towering ov…

    Posted 3 years ago
  • Dancing with Death

    Malika danced. Creatures emerged from the darkness all around her, and she whirled among them. Her steps were light, quick. She never remained still, never allowed the beasts to reach her. She was driven by need, fueled by the sword's own desire.

    Blood …

    Posted 3 years ago
  • A True Beginning

    She heaved, great, gasping, shuddering sobs, still clutching the sword in her hand. Her tears that fell on the blade glistened and glowed blue, etching fine, dark lines into the metal as they traveled along it. She was oblivious of the carnage she had lef…

    Posted 3 years ago
  • Higher Thoughts

    Judgement was diverted from its biographical investigation by the unfamiliar presence of old magic. Perhaps that was not an accurate description, for the weapon was sure that it had been familiar once, and that in that time the magic had not been old at a…

    Posted 20 days ago
  • Recovering

    It had been fourteen days.

    Two weeks.

    A fortnight.

    It didn't feel like it had been that long.

    It felt like it had been much longer.

    I remembered it like it was yesterday, yet it felt like a lifetime ago.

    I remembered clearly, the looks on their faces, …

    Posted 7 months ago
  • Beautiful Insanity

    He is a tiny man. Under four feet tiny. Balding pate. Small eyes. Round, tortoiseshell glasses. Tattered brown suit. Nothing to look at, certainly, not that anyone is looking.

    He glides through the crowd, clearing a path without word or gesture. People m…

    Posted 3 years ago
  • Beautiful Tragedy

    A child. Barely out of diapers. He stands stock still on the busy sidewalk as hundreds of grown-ups walk quickly past him.

    The child stoops, plucking a key from a crack in the sidewalk, even though the crack isn't nearly large enough to accommodate such …

    Posted 2 years ago