Author's Note: I wrote this story with the purpose of working style. This means the plot isn't super fleshed out, so feel free to read it as many times as you need. “Do not go my son.” The priest's voice. “You will hate yourself.” “I already do.” The young man. He stepped off the … Continue reading Her Death Between Them
I made a mistake. And I grimace in joy at the consequences. In the heat of the moment, with the banner of our newly birthing nation wrapped around my mind, I pulled the trigger. My flintlock sent sparks to gunpowder and spit out the iron ball. And the prince, only five years old, fell … Continue reading Flintlock
“The darkness is rising. The Order is failing. We are all that is left and The Towers of The Four Corners of The World are the enemy's prime targets. Gentlemen, it is time to show the enemy a different face. If we are to win this war, wrath must be the name by which we … Continue reading Dandelion (a stand alone)
In the northeast quadrant of Thargonos sits the City Headquarters for Defense and Statistics. The top floor is technically my office now. But that doesn’t make much sense. An Upholder has no need for an office he doesn’t even know how to use. Let those who need it use it. My office is the streets. … Continue reading A Sequel To “The Static touch”.
Your hands grip my leather wrapped hilt as you drive me farther into his chest. His fiery eyes glaze over, smoldering. His skin turns ashen, and he drops to the ground as you pull my beautiful blade back out, bloody. Turning around you break into a jog, moving past the several pale bodies that lay … Continue reading I Reflect You (a stand alone)
Dear readers- You are amazing! I love to share my stories with you, and I'm so glad that you read them. But I'm coming to a transition. Yes I will still be posting stories, though not at the rate I have in the past, or at least I won't hold to the standard of one … Continue reading My goals are changing…
I feel a foreboding bite to the wind. My hands tremble as I hold the rifle in place. My breath puffs through the black mask on my face, misting the air, fogging my glasses. The clouds are grey. No sun shines. As we draw closer to position I become even more conscious of my hair, … Continue reading Fight For Thargonos
It’s the last five minutes in the last lecture of the year. My hands grip behind my back, and I feel the buzz. I am The Static Touch. Pulling both hands back around, they grip the desk in front of me. The tingle running through my body says I need to calm down. But that … Continue reading The Static Touch (A story from Thargonos City)
As I play my ocarina over the hills, Lovely birds sing back in musical trills. The sky shines down upon my face, Pushing up my playing pace. Notes fill up the lively air, And up pop squirrels, cute, a pair. They dance from side to side, And harmonize with voices that glide. A … Continue reading Poetry Of Music
At the very top of a glimmering building, sits a young man. His black hair stands wildly, like a mane, a dull black carbon plate armor, covers everything but his head and face, and dark stubble covers an angular jaw, complementing well a pair of grayish blue eyes. And his body is relaxed, vulnerable. … Continue reading “Yes.” (Sequel to Game or Life)
