Beautifully Ugly – Short Story

A dish of apples was brought to the princesses’ litter by an unkempt shop owner. She laid it down on a pillow, smiled, and quickly retreated back into the crowd. The other two girls quickly picked the biggest ones. Khaless was always the last to choose, being the youngest. The only one that remained was small and lacking in hue.

“Curse Vheala for this apple. Why do I always get the rotten fruit?” She used her scarf to wipe away the dirt but it wouldn’t come off.

“You shouldn’t curse the gods, especially the bad ones.” Said Mara. “Such talk would bring misfortune and evil magic Read More

Commander-in-Thief – Short Story

“Never before has there been a sitting leader who openly commits crimes against his own people. He will never accept anything other than complete class domination.” The hall, sparsely lit by torches, was as dark as a maze, almost as ominous and troubling as the upheaval occurring behind the closed doors.

Steinar had that look about him, as if he too was sour about the whole affair. He started pacing. “You shouldn’t speak ill of the commander. He wouldn’t hesitant to make a writ of arrest against you and the other sorcerers, considering he’s already made statements against all warlock-kind Read More

Signals from the Fading Vale – Part 2 – Short Story

“Get ready for a fast one! You got this.” Cody’s dad arched back and tossed the mini-basketball hard.

He ran back with open arms wanting desperately to catch the ball and impress his dad. The sun was warm and the grass and trees gave off a fresh, springtime smell. All the worries and strangeness from the ham radio disappeared. Cody instead focused his energy on throwing the ball as hard as he could, which flew five feet to his dad’s right Read More

Knights of Yesterday – Short Story

Almost there, thought the old man, just a little further. If these damn shoes were cobbled right, he wouldn’t have such a sore back. This feed would be enough for John and Ronald to eat for a few fortnights, at least that’s what the sodmaster had promised, but the way it felt the pigs would only get a few nights’ worth. He took the trail through the forest with the tallest trees, imagining the history behind them. They provided enough shade from the overbearing sun and the white poppies added a nice odor to the air Read More