The Glory of Treason – Part Two
Sci Fi Short Story High Primarch Wesnos would be on his way, by now. The coward would never show up to the front-lines of his own war, of course – the little mole of a...
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Sci Fi Short Story High Primarch Wesnos would be on his way, by now. The coward would never show up to the front-lines of his own war, of course – the little mole of a...
I put down the canvas bag and pushed it over to her ankles. She was still sleeping. I pulled open the zipper and grabbed the three dozen roses in my right hand, and then...
“There’s something I would like us all to do.” Tim said. “What?” Kevin asked. “We need to all hold hands.” “Why?” Kevin spluttered. “Trust me”, Tim said, with quiet authority. The three men seemed...
Short Religious Story A Before Treatise Before time, space, matter, force or motion came forth in power from the Creator of All, His Seraphim, Lucifer also called the Morning Star blaspheme with mutinous...
Short Story The Bull’s eyes widened as it collapsed to the ground. A giant knelt down next to its head and with a small knife cut off its ear. The Bull didn’t feel...
Serial Fiction Novel ‘Well, as it turned out I am not meant to sit on a shelf and watch the world go by.’ Joked Meko. ‘He is a free radical.’ Archibald looked at the...
Despite Amy’s concerted efforts to contain everyone, some managed to slip through the net at first. Amy found one woman in the bathroom, transfixed on her own reflection as she pulled faces at herself...
Short Realistic Fiction It was a perfect day for resting in a heated tub or relaxing on an overstuffed chair, blanketed by a familiar novelist. The late autumn air had brought a chill...
Short Story The Blue Bird left the Goats behind to the wolfs and flew away and out of the woods to play with the life of another animal. The Bird had no plan or...
Serial Fiction Novel ‘Meko is an abstract thinker.’ Archibald began describing the wizard that would convince the Butcher to get off the Baker’s back. ‘He employs his opponents’ minds with heavy loads of indigestible...
“The stone talked to me again last night.” Judith was making a pot of coffee at the kitchen counter. Three weeks since they created a philosopher’s stone and the kitchen still smelled like chemicals....
Serial Story The first entry was dated only one year prior to our missed coffee date; I wondered if this was a new attempt at journaling, or if she simply had multiple volumes....