Category: Short Fiction
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Short Fiction: The Guardian
Tormin trudged doggedly through the fog. His feet and legs were almost numb from hiking through the rocky terrain, and he stumbled often. But he would not let himself fall. He’d come too far and endured too much to die here. It had not been mere physical hardship he had suffered, though there had been…
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Short Fiction: Embers
Natsuko loomed over me as I lay defeated on the ground, a pale moon large and full behind her. Orange embers blew past on the wind, remnants of the burning town and – I felt sick at the thought – my former comrades. The same winds that lifted their charred remains teased Natsuko’s long white…
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Short Fiction: The King Is Dead (part two!)
(Image via Elfkin) This short fiction follows on the last one, because a friend of mine demanded I continue it. So here it is! (Link to Part One) —– Marcellus stared up at the ceiling. “Your father had been obsessed with death for quite some time. I can’t say why or how it started, except…
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Short Fiction: The King Is Dead
The room stank of tallow candles mixed with a pungent incense, no doubt meant to cover the smell of the candles. Karina wrinkled her nose and tried to breathe through her mouth as she entered. Her eyes swept across the hooded figures gathered there, pausing to glare at each one in turn. Why her father…
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Short Fiction: The Majestic Unicorn
(image via Snowskadi) Much had been made of Bretoria’s unicorns. They were said to be noble, graceful creatures, with sleek flanks and long flowing manes that sparkled in the sunlight. Some said the unicorns were magical creatures, that their blood could grant immortality and cure any ill, that their horn could pierce any armor. It…
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Short Fiction: Whispers In The Woods
They’d all heard the stories about the Bramblewood. They were the stories told by their mothers to keep children from wandering too far in. Stories told by older siblings just to scare them. Stories told by friends as they dared each other to venture just a little farther from town. The Bramblewood was haunted, they…
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Short Fiction: Split Infinity
(Inspired by an epic oil painting by Wayne Haag)Security Officer Alice Bryce stood atop a small, sandy hill and surveyed the situation. Survivors were gathering between the two halves of the LFCS Infinity, huddling in the relatively cool shadow of the broken behemoth as the command staff tried to figure out what to do next. Not…