Category: Fantasy

The blood sprays up my arm, imparting that visceral warmth through the chain and the plate. I drive the spiked end of my hammer deeper and get another arc. The body goes still, so still, so dead and cold, eyes open and glossed over, never to close again. Shame, such a shame. Pointless, all pointless and wrong and I pull […]

Running. They were running through the snow. In the dark. The terrain, lit by only moonlight. The stark contrast of dark against white made for a beautiful landscape, but the bullets flying through the air held the four runners’ attention. They made it to the tree line. The large trunks hiding them as they stopped and turned toward their pursuers.

“This is humiliating.” Syrens lamented, “trading precious information, forgotten knowledge of the old world, for something as paltry as food and supplies.” Allie dumped a heavy sack of meat, vegetables, and freshly harvested electrical equipment on his desk with a grunt.

Carlina’s teeth were clenched tight. At any moment she expected her jaw to shatter from the pressure she was exerting. Sweat ran over her body mixing with the layers of sperm that covered her from head to toe. The salty concoction caused her eyes to sting and matted her long hair. It crawled along the heavily weighted, silver loops of […]

My eyes burst open to the sound of devastatingly quick and loud thumps on my front door. I swiftly swing my legs to the side of the bed, quickly getting off. I was already wearing a pair of shorts, so I throw on a black v-neck just lying around on my floor. I open the door of my room, then […]

This autobiography will tell readers the real reasons why I ended up taking the oath of office that made me the first honorary emperor of the re-established Roman Empire. Many biographies have been written about me, and I shall refer you to them if you want to be instructed on official transcripts or the various small oddities of my life […]

My name is Morris Micklewhite and my life sucks. Really sucks. Like it sucks dirty, sweaty, smelly ass. My life sucks for lots of different reasons.

It had been a rather surreal and interesting few months. Ever since he was captured by those… things. No, ‘things’ was too harsh a word for them. They were xenomorphs. Aliens. But more than that, they were his friends, his colleagues, his assistants, his lovers. He’d only met the one that first tended to and ‘tormented’ him a few times […]

The city had fallen when the goddess arrived. Hours ago, Iriel had summoned her to Tiriniel, the last bastion of the elves. Tiriniel, the shining white city that watched over the Falls of Shadrath. Tiriniel, home of the largest temple of Azora. The last temple of Azora.

Mark admired the dappled sunlight on the leaves above him as he walked along the hillside. The complex play of light and shadow through the narrow leaves seemed to create the impression of dozens of leaves from only two or three, and that effect was magnified uncountably by the canopy above the narrow cliffside path he walked along.