Memories of Ice Clang. The hammer flattened the metal on the anvil. Clang Clang. Jarns focused on the task, lost to the rhythm. Clang. A year as an apprentice, today Master Trage would judge his final piece. The sword for Sir Hamna. Clang Clang. He shoved the metal back into …
Here comes another bits and pieces. These are not meant to be stories in any way. Mostly this is moments of writing practice that I am using as warm ups before writing more stories. Think of it as a glimpse into the things I go through as I work toward …
This is a blast from the past (March of 2014). Lonely Tears of the Hunter “Quit bein’ a wuss and get the damn tattoo already,” Bertok said. He scratched a claw across the page in frustration. Only his brother, Qlark could be this indecisive. “Father wanted you to do …
Doing a blast from the past today. This story first appeared here in February of 2014. They once called it a Cathouse The spark and burst of flame from the match broke the darkness. The light bounced from the brim of his hat into his face as he inhaled the …
What Makes a Good Neighbor Ever have one of those days where it isn’t anything like what you think but the other keeps popping into your head anyway? Wait, that sounds weird. Let me start over… Ever have one of those days when a commercial is stuck in your head …
***Note*** The week is running odd so we have a blast from the past today. Silky Edge of the Night The black sedan cut its lights then pulled to a stop behind a copse of pine trees. In the cover of darkness he sought stealth over speed. Paid for his …
And here we are with the last installment of Thorns of the Apple Tree. This is the longest of the three sections so grab a cup of coffee or maybe some apple crumble and enjoy the ride. You can find the sections of this story by following the links below. …
Here comes the second installment of our current story. You can catch up to where we are now or reacquaint yourself with the story with the links below. Thorns of the Apple Tree The Apple The Orchard The Apple Terrence stood at the side of the bed, Ellen’s hand clasped …
What follows is the first part of another longish story. This one will be a fairly quick release (over the next couple weeks), but each segment is going to be a bit longer than other stories that have been released on the pages here. This first section bears the title …
And so we come to the close of the story. Or maybe a new beginning. Sometimes it can be hard to tell because when one door closes another is opened. Or something… If you wonder what this is all about you can find the rest of the story within the …