The Censure Ship – Short Story

Oceanus spread out across the horizon, out beyond the Suffering Bay, as far as Princess Madison could see from this high on the gate’s main tower. The Gods must be happy this day if they blessed her consort with such calm and passive weather. “All immigrant ships should be destroyed.” Bellowed Decius, his haughty royal robes flapping from his gesturing hands. The oceanic winds blew from the distant lands to the west. Only a few immigrant ships from Meternia were allowed through the massive gates of Eurasia. Their flags revealed that they were Perisian in origin, a port in the Black Sea most likely Read More

Quulon: Path to Divine Deception – Short Story

“You’re not going to get it. The plague only affects people who believe in It.” said mother, her bangs tickled my face, hanging from the bonnet. She was trying to convince me that the farmers deserved to die, in their fields, in their homes, since believing in the plague was tantamount to blasphemy. “But mother,” I said, “should I be afraid of all my beliefs? Read More

The Golden Hoard – Short Story

“You’ll end up dead like your daddy.” That’s what grandpa said about the living room. He could have chosen nicer words at least. Nathan’s grandpa wasn’t nice though but he had a lot of cool stuff or “junk” as his mom called it, all throughout the house. The clutter in the living room was at least a few feet taller than himself, columns of books standing like towers over a dark and gray landscape. Nathan was sure there was treasure in there somewhere, under all the stuff, somewhere below it all 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

The Man at the End of the Table – Short Story

Often, I would daydream to forget about all the bad things that were happening. Always hungry, always in pain I couldn’t look at the others at the table because it would remind me of my own stomach pangs. Their faces were just as twisted as mine, wrought with personal anguish and hunger. Was there ever a day where we didn’t wear grimy and disheveled expressions Read More