fantasy
Signals from the Fading Vale – Part 3 – Short Story
Glass jars jingled as the fridge flew open and the uncomfortable silence was broken by a cacophony of loose bottles, shuffled Tupperware, and the humming of the fridge fan. Cody could only watch as his brother scrounged for food and sighed when he found nothing he wanted.
Aaron turned with his hood up, “Where’s dad?” The words must’ve created a sour taste in his mouth Read More
Lost Library – Digital Art
Anxiety, Depression, and the Book of Lies – Short Story
“I’ve had enough!” Kyln dropped onto a fallen branch and crushed it under his weight. “We’ll be lost in this forest for the rest of our days, doomed to search for trinkets we’ll never find.”
“Whose idea was it to venture into the Black Valley to begin with!? You promised we’d be swimming in gold by now!” Hob wobbled sideways over the crumbled leaves Read More
Small Bite – Digital Art
Dragonfire – Short Story
“Dragons are hereby abolished. All dragons and their dragonkin familiars are to be put to death immediately.” The red knight spoke through a closed visor, making the decree even more intimidating and threatening. Serona wondered how the knight read the crinkled parchment. “All artifacts and monuments shall be demolished. Draconian worship and such places that practice the dragon religion shall be considered heresy. Heirs of dragon related empires or land barons will also be cast as heretics and will be punished under the same laws. And the final edict: Governor Celestine shall hold half the empire’s resources and command in the newly discovered and northern territories and provinces for the sake of preserving a free-dragon realm Read More
Phoenix – Digital Art
A Farewell to Past Years – Short Story
Ian walked into the living room and noticed a silence in the air that should have been filled with jubilation and excitement. Christmas felt like it was already over, the kids were sitting next to each other on the couch with their VR helmets as if nothing ever happened. Wrapping paper was strung about the room as if a tornado came through and left the inhabitants in the state of a euphoric coma. Hayley had drunk all the hard cider and was probably hiding from the kids in the bedroom, exhausted from all the whining and her own husband’s need to help her build the treadmill that he bought her. The pieces and the instructions were still lying on the ground Read More
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