Stories tagged “URBAN FANTASY”

  • 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 3 years 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 5 years ago
  • Weighted Question

    One final question escapes her lips.

    "WHO ARE YOU?" Her own voice is deafening, enhanced by the Weight she bears. It thunders down the alley, bouncing off the walls. The ringing returns to her ears, nearly drowning out his answer.

    "You'll know soon enou…

    Posted 6 years ago
  • Breaker

    "But, Bearers are supposed to be heroes," she stammers, that note of confusion returning to her voice. "We don't fight each other. We fight monsters. We fight evil. We push back the darkness wherever we find it. That is our purpose and our calling. …

    Posted 6 years ago
  • Bearers

    She turns to face her assailant, who stares her down mere steps away in the alley, smug expression fixed on his face.

    "You," she says, a puzzled tone to her voice. "You're a Bearer?" His response is to spread his arms wide and grin even wider, as if to s…

    Posted 6 years ago
  • Olivia

    Olivia hits the ground with a sickening crunch, but she barely feels it. Her vision is swimming, her ears ringing, and it takes her a moment to realize she's landed left hip on the pavement, her arms supporting her upper torso. Her jaw throbs with a dull …

    Posted 6 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 6 years ago
  • Mob

    Damion stands at the edge of the woods, just inside the treeline. His attention is focused on the house 35 yards away, the house that is surrounded by a teeming mass of the living dead. He hears screams from inside, cries for help from the poor souls trap…

    Posted 7 years 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 7 years ago
  • Weight of the Kraken

    Chaz raises the weapon he holds in his left hand. He can feel the Weight of it dragging his arm back toward the earth, but it is that very same Weight that allows him to wield the hand cannon at all. When he first claimed the Kraken, when he first held th…

    Posted 8 years ago
  • Lesson Zero

    A few heads turned to look at her. She ignored them, focussing on Nick. "Put this on," she said, handing him an identical suit.

    "What the hell?"

    "We don't have much time. Quickly!"

    He looked at the hazmat suit, dropped it, and ran to the front of the bus.…

    Posted 8 years ago
  • Unfamiliar Ceiling

    A glint of dark light. A pitch-black night sky, if you will, crisscrossed by dark galaxies, stars, constellations, darker even than black...

    Nick awakens with a full-body shudder, and the monitor starts beeping furiously. A moment later, the pain hits h…

    Posted 8 years ago
  • Flying Away

    Nick goes flying, spinning and bleeding, through the train. He passes through walls and seats and hull.

    He's flailing around, twisting and turning in blind panic. He can see the train and the station, but he's in void. Air rushes out of his lungs violentl…

    Posted 8 years ago
  • Mind The Gap

    Same city, different station.

    Enter Nick Llewellyn, coming into stage right at about thirty klicks an hour. He's looking at his hands, and turning over in them a sheet of pink paper.

    He's been fired. Specifically, he's just been laid off from his job, wor…

    Posted 8 years ago
  • Smoke And Daggers, Part 2

    There was a sound like a small thunderclap in Simon Melnikov's apartment, as several cubic metres' worth of space were replaced by vacuum.

    Agent Irving was, for all intents and purposes, in a featureless black void without air or gravity. He spent a few s…

    Posted 8 years ago
  • Smoke And Daggers, Part 1

    In another city, on the other side of the world and two weeks after Larry's unfortunate disappearance, CIA Special Agent Peter Irving put on his dropsuit. The dropsuit bore a striking resemblance to matte-black scuba gear, which was no accident - in fact,…

    Posted 8 years ago