My short fiction stories which are unrelated to my published series and fit into various genres.
This story was written during high school and I only rediscovered it recently. It’s set in the same world as Change: Tales of Chiid, and follows the rebellion that sparked during that story. I hope you enjoy! The ceramic rectangular pot lay cracked and discarded upon the ground. It had shattered, splitting down the middle. …
Aye, lads and ladies, it is time to gather ‘round the hearth. Stow your pipes and fill ye tankards and ale-horns. Kids, ye also gather around. Lilli! Get me some mead while ye at it. Aye, women. Tis a long tale and I’ll need something to wet me gullet. Everyone else ready? Great! Our tale …
Featured Image Source This short story was written as a high school English assignment years ago. I still enjoy it. I hope you do too. Ash fell as it always did and always would. Every day it was the same scene – ash falling from the sky, blanketing an already drab landscape in a depressing …
Previous installment: Undercover A dark cloak concealed the drug dealer’s boss. Only his white teeth could be seen, shining from underneath the seemingly enchanted cowl. “Gentlemen, I see you brought a guest.” “Yes, boss,” the drug kingpin responded. “He’s looking for a big shipment.” The man smiled and looked Kenshin in the yes. Kenshin could …
Previous Installment: Only the desperate beg Kenshin stepped over a prone man as he entered the bellows. He was not sure that the dirty human was alive. He didn’t stop to find out. His hand never left his hilt. This was not only for readiness, but to prevent theft. The law didn’t seem at home …
Previous Installment: God is Dead Gold didn’t mean much to Kenshin. It was a means to an end. When he needed arrows, gold bought them. When he needed to fix his blade, gold paid the smith. When he needed food, gold converted to coppers to buy bread and tip the servers. He had enough gold as …
Previous installment: Desk Jockeys and Pencil Pushers in Crestfire (D&D Adventure) The party faced difficult circumstances. To cross the desert to the north, they needed water to last a month, but by the looks of it, the city didn’t have that much to spare. The party knew that they would need to solve the city’s …
Previous installment: Crestfire “Please remain in the queue, foreigner,” the half-orc guard ordered, once again, as Kael tried to jump the queue. The line snaked all the way out into the sandbox streets, starting at the top of the pyramid that housed the magistrate of Crestfire – a representative of the interests of the local …
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(Artwork by Darkcloud013) Previous installment: Diving in the Desolation The golden sandstone towers of Crestfire were revealed upon the horizon long before its pyramids. The monuments of the once glorious port town were still famous across the lands – even in the high elf, Kael’s native Aulsan. Upon drawing nearer to the settlement, the city …
ID was written for a short story competition with the theme of life under a surveillance state. In the vein of 1984, I wrote this story describing a future world where crime has been eradicated by stripping us of all privacy. Enjoy! “ID?” the black-clad patrol officer asked, his eyes not shifting from the computer …