Category: Short Fiction
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Short Fiction: Oh… hello
Dragon lairs were notoriously hard to get to. Mostly they nested in the mountains, but every once in a while they’d choose to take over the remains of an abandoned castle or an island in the middle of a lake somewhere. The one Cara was after had chosen, by all the signs she could find,…
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Short Fiction: The Skull
It was a dark night, but not an unpleasant one. The cool temperature only warranted her favorite striped hoodie. Though there was no moon the sky was clear, and the stars provided some light to see by. Klair knew the way through the woods by heart these days, and as she clambered over fallen trees…
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Short Fiction: Geruth the Debt Collector
“Come downstairs, Marie.” “I’m not coming down, Geruth. Go away.” “You can’t stay up there forever. I, on the other hand, can stay down here indefinitely.” “You’ll get bored and go away.” “Perhaps. Or maybe I’ll pretend to go away. Maybe I’ll just go a little way down the street and hide. You’ll come down…
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Short Fiction: Ironclads
In the good old days war tended to stop in the winter. Nobody liked dying in the cold and snow, especially when it was the elements that were killing you and instead of the enemy. These days, when trains could carry troops and supplies alike, it was a year round proposition. It was a much slower,…
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Short Fiction: Wormholes
Sol Gate Control to transport Calypso, you’ve been granted access to the wormhole. Proceed to marker one five three and hold position. We’ve got a Worm coming through and you don’t want to be in the way. Once she’s through you’re number three in the queue. Tack flipped the transmit switch on his control board.…
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Short Fiction: Roland
This short fiction comes to you thanks to a challenge over at Chuck Wendig’s website (terribleminds.com). The challenge was to write a short fiction of 1000 words in ten tiny chapters. So here’s my go at it: 1 “You have died.” The VR chair disengaged and slowly rose from a reclined position to a sitting…
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Short Fiction: The Wyrm
“Is it dead?” “Looks dead to me. Why else would it just be laying there?” The it in question was an enormous black wyrm. Two thirds of it was partially submerged in the lake. The rest, the part with the dozens of small chitinous legs as long as a man’s arm, was laid out on…
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Short Fiction: Iver and the Dragon
The wind howled across the mountain valley, raw and biting. Driven by it was an incessant barrage of snowflakes. No mere romantic fluffs of white powder, these snowflakes were the hard, frozen teeth of winter. Where they pitted and compacted themselves against Iver’s armor there formed a sheen of ice, and they stung the unprotected…
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Short Fiction: Lee’s Hollow
The open plains were a difficult place to track a fugitive on the run. Even more difficult when that fugitive was a known spirit talker, able to sway the plains into concealing all trace of his passing. All trace, that is, aside from the bodies of his victims. Gordon Marrow had gotten sloppy, and now…