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 boy awoke with a start, and the curved glass of the cylinder distorted the face of the girl pounding upon it. His confused eyes met hers peering through translucent green fluid. Feeling the shock of her fist hitting the container, he watched her scream. But the girl’s words were rendered incomprehensible by the liquid... Continue Reading →
Edgar awoke lying on cool dirt and with the taste of pumpkin seeds in his mouth. He rolled off his back in total darkness, a groggy lurch for a handhold only finding the rustle of an autumn leaf pile against his bare body. Fumbling and blind, he rose and tried to spit the seeds out.... 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 →
“Memfit, I died.” She rubbed her wrist, eyes wide as she found her once fair skin now a crimson color. “Yes. Yes you did, Mistress,” Memfit replied. “Humans are fragile, and a sword through the heart tends to do that.” Aireae looked up from her hand, her gaze meeting that of the foot tall blue... Continue Reading →
Bluebell smiled, gazing at the bridge’s fluorescent lighting. “It’s wondrous!” “It’s new,” the old man holding her hand said. “I hope that’s okay.” The girl looked to him, nodding under her short blue hair. “That doesn’t matter. It just needs to cross running water.” Kenneth’s eyes were tired, but happy. “So, how does–” The young... Continue Reading →
Aniyah got down on her knees and looked into the square hole that served as the shack’s entrance. It wasn’t dissimilar to peering inside a doghouse, and moments later she shook her head noticing several doghouses actually were cobbled together as parts of the hovel. “Yo, Phil. Thanks for savin’ my ass ‘n all with... Continue Reading →
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The extremely talented Paul Matthis composed and preformed this wonderful pirate sea shanty as part of a contest, with it's a cappella lyrics directly inspired by The Brynesmark! Here is how Paul first introduced his composition: "Ahoy! This here be an old'n but a good'n, sung 'round these parts fer, ach, bugger all if anyone... Continue Reading →
New story! I've only been talking about Out to Pasture and working on it since February, so it's high time that I finally got that story released so that you can read it! I posted the first part of it on Aethereal Engines Saturday. It’s 8,500 words long in total, so I divided the story... Continue Reading →
This is so cool! Artist David Tenorio did this fantastic illustration, pro bono, of my original character Moannette! You can see more of David's amazing work on his website davidtenorio.com! Moannette is a villain who figures prominently in several of the Burusian Tales that I am currently writing, including my upcoming story Out to Pasture.... Continue Reading →
It’s been a good week! I finished my first major round of editing with Out to Pasture on Saturday and was happy with the additions and changes I had made. Then I sent off the new draft to the folks who were kind enough to lend their eyes and time to critique it, just to... Continue Reading →
Calliope walked past the waiting room of the Volkswagen dealership and immediately felt the eyes of the other customers on her. She ignored them and grabbed a K cup of green tea for the Keurig. With only a handful of exers living in Maine, she rightfully assumed that they had never seen anyone like her... Continue Reading →
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