Two Lamps
“Choose the lamp on the left, see visions of the future. Choose the one on the right, taste of true madness for a spell.” The crone’s words burned in the girl’s mind like festering sores. She held her...
View ArticleEternal Sleeper
The Lonely Moon gazes down on me, The pale, immortal Son of Night. It wakens the Eternal Sleeper, Who calls to me, and I answer. She walked, barefoot, across a carpet of moss. Her song – soft, haunting...
View ArticleEye of Newt
The black cauldron sat in the middle of the room and hissed menacingly as the green sludge within burbled and glurped. The stench emanating from the vile brew was overwhelming, nauseating in its...
View ArticleVeni, Vedi
“What do you think’s in there, Rob?” “No idea, Finn. Juice, most likely.” “Juice?” “Sure, you know, electricity. Stuff’ll juice you, sure as I’m standing here, if you touch it. Knock you flat, leave...
View ArticleBlessed
“They battled high upon the wall walk, pushing and pulling, slashing with their blades, and slinging spells, neither gaining a foothold over the other.” Read the rest at Blessed on Ficly – A better,...
View ArticleMagic In Unexpected Places
Claire found the hat half under a bush, half out. It was the sort of hat one might wear while working in the garden — woven straw and wide-brimmed. Claire turned the hat in her hands. The top had been...
View ArticleBlood Rite
The albino stood on the platform and dragged the knife down his forearm. Blood ran in scarlet rivulets over his hand, his fingers. It dripped the sidereal pattern of his god onto the wooden planks...
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Golem
This entry is part 1 of 3 in the seriesGolemRain lashed down on that ravaged plain in furious sheets. The broken earth drank it up through ragged cracks that went down forever. At the center of the...
View ArticleHeartstone
It is a wondrous thing to hear your child’s heart beat for the first time. All those long hours of laboring and toiling over a workbench, all those days and weeks of tenderly, gingerly nudging gears...
View ArticleFiction: Death, Unstay Thy Hand
I can tell the Wellbutrin is doing its job. This is the third individual item I’ve written in as many days, which I think may very well be more than I’ve written in the last year. I also have story...
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