Stories tagged “SPECULATIVE FICTION”

  • 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 4 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 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 4 years ago
  • 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, sha…

    Posted 4 years ago
  • 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 i…

    Posted 4 years ago
  • Bargaining Post

    The thing that spoke to me had the face of a dead god but used the voice of my father. I had known to expect this. It was a by-product of the bonding ritual that gave a semblance of life back to this former deity. Not that any of the gods ever truly died,…

    Posted 4 years ago
  • Post-Deity, Post-Life

    It closed its eyes and roared.

    "Sacrilege! Blasphemy! Desecration! The Aldergods will destroy you utterly for this. You will be fodder for their entertainment. Perhaps even the Gilder- and Bolgurgods will--"

    "Enough," I replied mildly. Its mouth clamped…

    Posted 4 years ago
  • God-Post

    I held that piece of flesh up before me, bitter distaste filling my mouth. If what my father and I had done before had been blasphemy, this was surely something far worse, to desecrate the body of a god in such a way.

    And yet it was necessary. This war b…

    Posted 4 years ago
  • Post of the Father

    I carried my father's post on my left shoulder as I walked back to the front of the property. I took care to avoid the golden post, though I knew it would not harm me. It was merely an omen, a message from the gods, but it was better not to tempt fate. In…

    Posted 4 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 4 years ago
  • Man-Made Post (Made of Man)

    I don't know how I made it through what came next. The next days were a blur of pain, both physical and emotional, and fever dreams, in the rare moments when I slept.

    My first task was to split the figure of my father in half, carefully using the tools o…

    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 4 years ago
  • 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.

    Posted 4 years ago
  • 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,…

    Posted 4 years ago
  • 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 cr…

    Posted 4 years ago
  • Dream Mist

    "Anything?" Bantu asked.

    "Gimme a sec," replied Shari. With a gloved hand she reached into the mist hovering before her, dipping a small test tube into it and filling it as best she could. With the other hand she stoppered it before withdrawing it and ge…

    Posted 4 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 4 years 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 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
  • Feeding the Flame

    Malika stepped back, spinning to her left as another creature lunged out of the darkness. The sword in her hand sang with need, and she swung it up in a swift, arcing motion, ramming it into the creature's chest. Its momentum as it slammed into her knocke…

    Posted 4 years 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 5 years ago
  • Swordmaiden

    The little girl entered the forest, armed with nothing but her courage, her grim determination, and the rusty sword strapped to her back. There were monsters in those woods - she could hear their howls, their cries to one another - but she was not afraid.…

    Posted 5 years ago
  • Departure

    "Take care of her, Woost," said the faerie, lifting off from the pillow and flitting to the window. "She's important in ways only she will be able to understand."

    "I will be the very air she breathes," the elemental promised.

    "I know you will." And then…

    Posted 5 years ago
  • Fate

    "What happens now?" asked Woost.

    "Nothing," said the faerie, landing on the pillow next to the infant's head. "Now we wait. And make plans. And hope for the best. Nothing can happen until the child comes of age, anyway, not now that she is bonded and sea…

    Posted 5 years ago
  • Dust

    A spark of green faelight flitted through the nursery window as the last rays of day faded from the sky. At its a center a faerie, no bigger than a single mote of dust. It flew around the room once, twice, three times, before finally settling on the edge …

    Posted 5 years ago