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! ¡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

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