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  • The New Pickles!--A resumation and hexhumation

    Well the new pickles of the litter got along great with me, we played tag and price and code and dead and then we all bundled up in our garters and gilt and glit and flit and kilt and were in the bin of shipping in a nonce.

    The dear improprietor of me got…

    Posted 4 years ago
  • Fractal Realities: A Flayed Mind

    Irritation built as Anders stepped past the perimeter marker of Base Camp Aktina. No matter how loud he turned his music up, the sound of metal on metal always cut through. He was up to seven and still he could hear dozens of knives being sharpened at the…

    Posted 2 years ago
  • Fractal Realities

    What would it be like to break into a hundred different worlds? A thousand? Would he ever get used to it, the way you get used to the routines of a new job? Ray looked at the device he held in his hand. Abruptly, he tossed it up, sending it spinning end o…

    Posted 2 years 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 year ago
  • She Just Said Yes.

    We used to believe things when I was a kid; I'm only 17, but that's plenty old enough now. We used to believe we would live forever, and things would would work themselves out. We used to believe this was our planet.

    The year is 2040, and now we know…

    Posted 4 years ago
  • Grim Determination

    Moments later, Malika stepped from the forest and stopped at the top of the hill looking down over her village. She could see fires burned throughout the town, set not by the deathless' attack but rather remnants of household hearths and ovens left unatte…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • Rust, Blood, and Flame

    Malika paced steadily deeper into the woods, sword out to the side. Pale blue flames, barely visible, licked along the blade's length. Near the base, just above the hilt, the only space not utterly consumed by rust, was etched a single word. Truth. It was…

    Posted 4 years ago
  • For What Comes Next

    Malika nodded slowly. "Very well." Her voice hardened. "What be next... Reliath?" She stumbled over the holy man's name, unaccustomed to addressing one of the clergy so casually.

    "That... what did you call it? Malylech? That Malylech. Why were we unable …

    Posted 11 months ago
  • Authors' Serials and the Option of Sequeling

    I was thinking about series that are already in motion by a specific writer, such as the one I'm toiling on, the Legend of Tory Adore, which is finally developing a plot of sorts.

    Of course, the options to write a sequel or prequel still are offered for a…

    Posted 5 years ago
  • In Memoriam Bliss / Empty-handed (poem)

    To dream such dreams,

    to banish despair with the conjured light of face and form,

    drawn perfectly from decades ago--

    such is the magic of faerie wings and moon beams.

    In that twisting and infinite moment,

    perhaps a reflection of what was in another time …

    Posted 10 months ago
  • Lost Things: Case 39

    "What has been lost can be found at Building Grachkin, Floor 60, Row 95, Shelf 7, Case 39 between 9:30 and 9:40 tomorrow morning."

    The note was unsigned and apart from the location referred to, nothing on either side of the paper indicated its origin. I …

    Posted 1 year ago
  • Technically daft test

    Wand'ring through the glade like a lost Womble on speed, I sought refuge in the cleft of a sycamore tree.

    Posted 6 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 3 years ago
  • War Wounds

    Malika pushed off from the ground, slowly rising to her feet. The pain in her shoulder FLASHED a hot red, and for a moment she was sure she was going to pass out. Black spots floated in front of her eyes, and an overwhelming nausea flooded through her mid…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • Grim Purpose

    Malika stalked away, caring little if the Orthael followed. She had no care for her own life anymore. Everything she had ever known and cared about had been stripped from her in a single night. She cared only for her grim purpose now -- retribution upon t…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • Darkness Withdrawing

    The cold in her shoulder withdrew. Malika hadn't even been aware of it until it was gone, but it eased some of the pain from her injury.

    Some of the darkness from the Greater Dead leeched into your body when you struck it, Morduth said. It seeped in m…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • Darkness Overwhelming

    Mistress. Morduth's voice whispered into Malika's mind. It seemed distant, far away, echoing far back in the recesses of her consciousness. It was odd hearing him like that. Before its voice had always been so strong, so vivid.

    But that was before. Bef…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • Technical Draft Test

    Once upon a midnight dreary, I wrote a Ficlet - loud and clearly

    Over many a quaint and curious volume from the days of yore

    Posted 6 years ago
  • The Darkness Desolate

    Malika was silent for a time, regathering her composure. She was embarrassed by her reaction, especially in front of this man. Finally, she nodded solemnly.

    "The Archbishop is gone, as you presume, holy man," she said, "as is everyone else I ever knew. T…

    Posted 11 months ago
  • Senior Crown

    Mornington did not need to close his eyes. Rather, there was a superposition of that which would be over that which merely was. Descending under erratic control, he fumbled with infinite possibility and finite perception. His exhalations slowed, turned to…

    Posted 5 months 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 3 years ago
  • Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe: outlaw before smile

    Before I had known her

    Before I could see

    Before we had met

    Before there were three

    Before she had run

    Before she could tell

    All had been good

    All had seemed swell

    and then...

    Clearly I saw it

    Surely I could see

    It covered her face

    The way she smiled…

    Posted 6 years ago
  • Emotional Wounds

    Malika tossed a glare at the Orthael. "Why?" she barked. "What has the All-mighty Flame ever done for me?" Her words were barbed and full of anger. Her shoulder throbbed, and she wanted nothing more than to be gone from this accursed place.

    She paced o…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • Lost Things: Snare

    It wasn't funny anymore. The first few times, maybe, but it had been several hours now and there was nothing remotely humorous about it. He wasn't yet ready to give up, though.

    He reread the note, searching for some tiny scrap of useful information. He h…

    Posted 1 year 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 3 years ago