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  • Lost Things: Fester and Rot

    The old crone shuffled along the stacks of Building Ashrack, in no hurry to arrive at her destination. She looked at none of the row letterings, having no need for such things. She had been here many times, and she would be here many more times after. Alw…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • One Last Look Around The House Before We Go

    The last of the movers maneuvers the hand truck with the last of the boxes through the front door. I close the door behind him. Through the living room window, I watch as the movers finish loading their truck and drive off. For the first time in a long wh…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • Darkness Receding

    Malika fled the village, passing scores of Lesser Dead as she did. Not one approached her, whether in fear of the destruction she had wrought just moments before or because they no longer deemed her a threat she didn't know.

    Nor did she care. Her shoulde…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • Spark of Healing

    The Archangel of Sparks.

    Malika had heard of this, but she had never actually witnessed it. She had never been a devout follower of the Church, and her local vicar had never, to her knowledge, before summoned an aspect of any of the three Archangels. He …

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  • Grim Focus

    Malika pushed forward with single-minded focus. She would complete her task, with Orthael's help or without it. It mattered not to her which way the work at hand was done.

    She passed through the clearing where moments before she had just performed her ba…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • Light, Faith, and Sacrament

    Orthael kissed the symbol and took a deep breath, feeling the power of his god like a warm wash of water. The exhalation is a release: a surrender of all that comprises him, an acknowledgement of his weakness and an acceptance of strength that is not his …

    Posted 4 years ago
  • Inside the Perimeter

    Grims pulled the corpse of the kid from the post, allowing it to flop to the ground. There was no dignity in death, not that the Korpskys had any dignity in life, either. Once again he heaved the body over his shoulder and made his way among the weeds and…

    Posted 3 years 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 1 year ago
  • Yes

    The train hissed as it prepared to leave. The whistle blew, signaling the last call for passengers to board.

    I looked up into the face of best friend. In that moment I saw every escapade we'd ever had in reverse. I was left with the day we met. He'd lean…

    Posted 4 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 4 years ago
  • Silk and Fur

    "Not who you were expecting?"

    The snake dropped from the branch, out of view before emerging mere heartbeats later - as a wolf. Its cold yellow eyes weighed heavily on Rahmi's neck.

    "I doubt there are any other shape-shifters here, so I'd wager you are e…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • On the Perimeter

    Grims reached the outer fence, a rickety wooden thing with a large gap in between the top and bottom beam, that kept in the dumbest of the livestock. The gate was clear on the other side of the property and he didn't feel like circling the house just to u…

    Posted 3 years ago
  • The Yes Stone

    I laid on top of my bed, replaying the train station good-bye over and over in my head. It had been a month since he left. He was probably through basic training and beginning his specialization. I rolled over and reached under the bed to pull out a box o…

    Posted 4 years 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 3 years ago
  • TRAILHEAD: Burning Questions (sample CYOA story)

    You have been asleep. But you're not in your bed. You don't even remember going to sleep. You feel like you're still half in some kind of murky dream.

    Gradually you become aware of a dull roar, not far away.

    You shake your head, hoping to clear it, but th…

    Posted 4 years ago
  • Burden's Release

    "Who be you," Malika whispered once more, her head leaning still against the stranger's chest. "Orthael you may be. Paladin you may be. But you be not like the others who would have come before, the others who would have seen me yet not seen me. They be c…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • In Presence Exalted

    At long last, Orthael returned the sword to its guard position and stood quietly for several seconds before realising there were no foes left to slay. That was not to say that he was alone, however. There was someone in the clearing beyond the trees, a si…

    Posted 4 years ago
  • A Visitor in the Grey Room

    After standing alone for days in the emptiness of the Grey Room it was impossible not to notice the sudden presence; the sleeping body of a girl lying in a heap on the floor. Harold noticed too but stayed obediently by my side.

    She opened her eyes. My he…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • Fractal Realities: Chosen of Harnepher

    Jeremy knelt, his breath catching at the beauty. This find was proving to be an even greater treasure than he'd ever imagined. Using a tiny brush, he dusted up and down the length of the axe. Once this was polished up, it would outshine every other piece …

    Posted 2 years ago
  • Ficlatté Castle

    The moat had not yet been filled the day I crossed the drawbridge. The main structure was standing tall, but not all the wings and towers and battlements had been completed.

    Hammers, saws, welders, and all sorts of construction beeps and hums rang for we…

    Posted 6 years ago
  • No More Fear

    "Do you two maggots have something to say to the whole toon?" Drill Seargent Norris yelled up into the faces of the new recruits.

    "No Drill Seargent!" they barked back.

    "Get on your faces and push, and I want to hear some conversation, or everybody will p…

    Posted 4 years ago
  • Post Repair

    I grabbed our wagon, pushing it over to where my father stood, forever carven in wood. Carefully, I tipped him into the wagon, the bent steel post in his upraised fist clanging against the sides. Then I wheeled him to our workshop behind the house.

    I had…

    Posted 3 years ago
  • Memory Lane

    The world spun.

    Images flashed through his head like a montage in a bad movie. He steadied himself against the fence as the pavement threatened to swallow him whole. What was supposed to be a tour of nostalgic sights had given way to a slew of repressed …

    Posted 3 years ago
  • A Flame Snuffed Out

    Malika did not bow her head. So far as she was concerned, faith had failed her. Her eyes had been on the holy man, his vestments - tattered as they were - and on the implements of his office. And so she saw the candle of Varenniel puff out of its own ac…

    Posted 11 months ago