Short Fiction

Ryven: The Dead Killer – Short Story (Dark Fantasy)

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“He comes from hell, there’s no doubt about it, from the gates of the underworld itself, where all great and terrible monsters come from.” The slack jawed mercenary took a giant swig, gulping down the mead in his clay cup.

The historian grabbed up his maps, keeping them from the clumsy mercenary. Estion had a hard enough time reading the maps of Old Romany without sloshes of mead on them. “You aren’t listening.” But he should have expected that from loose, unowned soldiers. He corrected his glasses. “Ryven is a sell-sword like yourself, just an ordinary man with extraordinary abilities. Not only does he speak to the divine dead but he slaughters them too, keeps them dead Read More

Slave to the Rage – Short Story (Horror)

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“Barbaric homicidal maniacs, the whites, they ran this country since we were shackled and now, they’re out there killing everyone.” Clergyman Nash shuffled his shoulders while gripping his arms tight, determined to make his point through angry gyrations.

“White people are sick. A genetic viral infection. It’s not their fault. Not all of them anyway. Why do we have to hurt each other even more, even during dark times, by dividing ourselves over race?” Pastor Emerson had seen enough at his age to know the sentiment didn’t really matter or shared amongst his brethren. “We have to stick together even if brothers and sisters from another mother are afflicted. Now more than ever Read More

The World Needs More Love – Short Story

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“Love is blind. This love needs to stop!” The delegate from Iowa held up the amendment that further advanced the freedom of love in the nation. “My son can’t go to school without fearing for his freedom. Why must we be forced to express compassion when we aren’t allowed to express all of our emotions? It infringes on our freedom!”

The TV blared with the wrinkled faces of Congress. How could love be mandated? This wasn’t right. It was cruelty. It made people weak. Cowards. James reflected on all the negative news stories that dealt with the new mandate Read More

Quantum Wet Dreams – Series – Part 3

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She didn’t know how far she had fallen or how she manage to sustain no damage or felt any pain. The water at the base of the dark pit sat languid around her upper body. It seeped into her blue dress and washed the grotesque feeling of molestation she sensed inside the slug. Now she only felt the dirty water soaking her lower regions. She moaned for help but found that she was deep underground, the round hole stretching above her like an earthen well.

She stood. Strangely there were metal beams at the base, as if this place were constructed a long time ago to mine minerals Read More

Saturday Night Rogues – Short Story (Urban Fantasy)

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“We play every Saturday. Always. I’m not going to tell you again. Friday night is too exhausting, after a work week, and Sunday is a religious day.” Keke leaned back on the leather passenger seat, reaching for another beer.

“Religious!” Sonny couldn’t contain his laughter. “I know for a fact that none of you go to church.”

“This is our religion.” Said Mason semi-seriously, taking the key out of the ignition. “We worship at the altar of dungeons and demi-gods. We are the priests of role-playing games and the keepers of multisided die. Read More

Elder Care – Short Story (Horror)

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“Those eyes…staring at me in the dark. I can’t bare it anymore. Can you check on them?” Jill was rubbing her shoulder, trying to suppress a chill. Franny knew the expression well, knowing how more and more the senior patients appeared less human. “I don’t know why…something about the night time makes them act strange, makes their minds go to dark places and have weird thoughts. Maybe it’s some sort of cranial enhancement induced dementia. Read More

Sunday – Short Story (Sci-Fi Dystopia)

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Overcast skies. We can breathe again. We can see the sun again, even though it’s what has forced us underground in the first place. The kids can play outside again, at least in the shade of the crumbling New York buildings. The city is a comfortable 100 degrees, enough to sit in the shade for a few minutes. My name is Steven and I’m one of the lucky ones. The unlucky ones are lying in the black pavement, their bones perfectly white. But even the sun can’t kill us all Read More

Sunflower and Jack Frost – Short Story (Fantasy)

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Cold. Bitter. No warmth even this high up on the mountain top where the sun’s rays should be providing some comfort. The snowcapped valley was behind him and he marveled at how far he had come. How far he had traveled to find his brother. But it was an appropriate place for Jack Frost to hide.

He lifted his hood and exposed his face to sun and accepted the sun’s energy. His head, sparked with fading sparks of the sun, flickered like a dying match. Most humans claimed he resembled a sun emblem or the flower he was named after, but he agreed, being the sun sprite of the might God Helios Read More

Shadow Monster – Short Story (Horror)

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The shadow monster lives in your house. The shadow monster lives in your room. The shadow monster lives in your bed. The shadow monster lives in your head

Gloria chanted the stupid poem, trying to freak out her brother. Jacob rolled his eyes pretending not to be scared. The living room was dark, covered in shadows but he didn’t see anything out of the ordinary Read More

Quantum Wet Dreams – Series – Part 2

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“Lick, lick, lick, I wished I could have engulfed the mighty appendage. Did I paint an adequate mental image, my dear?” The short man had indeed painted a very nasty picture. One with his body. Another picture with his words. Locus had introduced her miniature friend as Fink, a tattooed and burly human engineer with a lower member that could only be described as cap like, relating to the algaric plant genome, with gills under the head. His other appendages were an amalgamation of steel gears and flesh, his arm being partly exposed. What a strange choice to be part primitive machine and part imp, thought Angel Read More