“Why give a sword speech, thought and will if you can’t move?” ...
“Who am I, and why am I dressed like some old witch?” Sammy helped her fellow tween up. “A minute ago, you were an old witch!” “Oh. I don’t remember.” “You said you’d forget. You wanted a new beginning.” “Oh. Okay. I’m… Aggie. Right? Are we friends?” “We are, now.” Copyright © by Jason H.... Continue Reading →
She awakened with a gasp, cold, wet and naked. Scrambling to stand in the shower stall, she tripped over the woman’s corpse strangled at her feet. Sprayed by water long since drained of warmth, a melancholy face —empty of life— was the only witness to her christening. A scream and the sound of shattering glass... Continue Reading →
The goblin encampment was in flames, but the party of saboteurs hadn’t planned on finding an angry ogre in their midst. “Me Thragg! Me crush hoo-mans!” Meg watched her fellow scouts flee, hiding behind a tent with a twisted ankle. Mighty Thragg thundering close, she uncorked the Ogresweat potion. “If a sip fooled the goblin... Continue Reading →
Seeing his opponent, the musclebound northman leaned back laughing. “My breakfast was bigger than you!” Clad only in a loincloth, every inch of his pale freckled frame was on display as the colosseum crowd joined in mocking the scrawny redhead. Compared to mighty Burkka, he seemed like an underfed child, unsure of how to hold... Continue Reading →
A weekly compilation of collected microfictions composed by yours truly. If your time is short, these are shorter! The lonely alley was coated with dripping ice in mid-July. Partially crushed, a sideways dumpster pined a limp hand underneath it. #1lineWed Clair nodded. "Something changed a summer's day into a deep freeze, then crushed this poor... Continue Reading →