Monsters; A Tale

Authorial Note: A study on character arc. (conclusion, this one didn't quite catch... but maybe you'll enjoy the main-character's opponent) The orange sun poured out its heat on the tired leather long-coat. It heated the iron spurs and made the black leather gloves glisten. The stained hat tipped down to keep the beating rays off …

The beginning of a novel…

Author's Note - It's been a while since I posted. And I'm not in the midst of writing anything in particular. Well, not any short stories. I am writing a novel. The third draft of it, in fact. And I thought ya'll might appreciate a snippet from it. Just a little glimpse. Enough to make …

Abort.

Author's Note: This story, though not complete, has a slight plot arc... and in a way, it stands on its own. At some point, I may add on, or not. We'll see. Whatever the case, I hope you enjoy this little snippet. And feel free to think of where the story might go next. I …

Flintlock

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 bleeding …

Dandelion (a stand alone)

“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 …

A Sequel To “The Static touch”.

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. …

I Reflect You (a stand alone)

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 …

My goals are changing…

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 …

Fight For Thargonos

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, …

The Static Touch (A story from Thargonos City)

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 …