fantasy
Radioactive Warlord – Short Story
“We are falling.”
“No. We’re rising.” General Harion held his chin up shifting the cavalry sword at his side.
“Our great nation may be conquering the world but we will have nothing left but mud and dirt. Our planet is becoming one of sorrow. A kingdom of death. Illusia and the rest of Verthurst will never be the same.” Said General Pyre, noticing that the other four generals were just as nervous as him.
General Harion however was the only one in attendance that still wore his decorative eagle helm and chest plate, signaling his defiance of empathy and promoting his loyalty to the nation of Illusia to the others Read More
The Wither Sword – Digital Art
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
Deconstruction – Digital Art
Fairy Mother – Digital Art
Esoterica – Short Story
There’s an island floating off the coast of Bloomcester, near the harbor town of Sacred Falls. It’s been there since a few weeks past and the townspeople say it’s full of magic and mystery and that only the most noble and honorable have access to its divine splendor. Almost like a shapely cloud the island in the sky stood motionless high enough above the ocean that only the bottom rock of the mass was visible from underneath. Large canvas balloons were employed to reach the floating island. The noblemen and shamans who traveled there returned changed. To the local residents they appeared to have been transformed into half-animal, half-human. They left as knights, lords, and ladies and returned as gods and goddesses Read More
Those That Hate the Self – Short Story
“I’m ugly. I’m powerless. I’m fat and gross. Everyone who looks at me only sees a worthless slob who has no self-esteem, no self-control, and no self-confidence with a habit of self-destruction and self-deception.” Carol looked at herself in the mirror and repeated the honest facts out loud. Self-actualization was important after all, at least that’s what her therapist told her. “I eat too much. I work out too little. I hate myself and I hate the world for making me feel this way.” She wasn’t supposed to hide her feelings. It was best not to ignore them or else she would internalize it and go insane like all those other fat people who were worthless members of society Read More
Castle of Dreams – Short Story
Her mother told her about this place. It was meant to contain the dreams of the Shamuk and their brethren. Long ago the castle stood as a monument of the Shamuk Empire and its might. During the Verdon period the Varians invaded and destroyed most of what remained of the empire, tossing their scriptures and enchanted tomes to the wind. As Talia stood there, in front of the four pillars that represented the seasons, she contemplated how the empire came to ruin.
Her mother would have disapproved of her coming here on her 16th birthday to rid herself of the nightmares that kept her from sleep. She would have preferred that Talia be a good peasant girl and go to the Lawdian mosque near the town square, which to Talia were a bunch of pagan forest worshippers. How could they help her against the evil demons that haunted her? They only knew how to pasteurize farmlands and would often obsess over nature. This time though she would finally rid herself of the demons for good, for the Castle of Shamuk was said to be a gateway between the living world and the world beyond Read More
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