Signals from the Fading Vale – Part 4 – Short Story

Tonya

“Dad, the internet’s out again! Can you reboot the router so it can get a new IP address? The memory probably needs to be cleared.” Tonya’s father looked at her like she had three eyes.

He took the tamales off the stove and finally said, “I know you didn’t learn those fancy words in school. How is it you’re only 14 and you know more than me?”

“It’s not hard to look up stuff online, at least when it’s working! Â¡Dios mío!” Tonya threw her hands up in defeat. She was in the middle of fighting the final boss in Space Odyssey when the internet crapped out. Her friends were probably wondering why she dropped out of the game Read More

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

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

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