Dark Fantasy author with a love for history, ferrets, and food. First full-length manuscript nearing completion with plans to self-publish. Participating in NaNoWriMo 2023.
Dark Fantasy author with a love for history, ferrets, and food. First full-length manuscript nearing completion with plans to self-publish. Participating in NaNoWriMo 2023.
Elise’s brow shone with a thin sheen of sweat, furrowed and focused. Her hands held over the body of yet another suffering from the recent catastrophe. The light that echoed off her palms flickered and went out.
She redoubled her efforts and the body lain out beneath her jolted as if struct with electricity. The gasp of air was enough to know she’d brought them back but how many more times could ...
Moss grew seemingly everywhere. In retaliation, I kicked a moss-covered rock and it clinked as it flew and then bounced across the landscape and into the distance. Thinking I’d found a new way to pass the time as Arty and I roamed, I reared my leg back again for another strike. I put power behind this kick and screamed as my toes smashed into the immovable hidden boulder.
“Oi! You there! What’s a...
Red sand dunes spread out as far as the eye could see. Burnt orange and faded red, colored by both mother nature and the blood spilled over years of treacherous crossings.
The winds shifted and granules blew over each other, hiding the relics of carnage. The mast creaked as the sail pulled along the dusty sea.
“Starboard bow!”
The call came from above where Amber stood in the crow’s nest, avia...
He watched yet another tourist browsing the shop. They always browse. Knick-knacks, things that look like antiques (but usually weren't). All the things your average boring vagabond would think a treasure or mistaken for a long-lost relic of immeasurable worth.
Giggles sounded from the group of 20-something women in sarongs and strappy sandals all gathered around a young man holding up one of th...
He stared at her. Sentences flashed behind his mind's eye, spilling his heart out in a dozen flower-tipped phrases. Poetry. Lyrics. Prose. In his head he gave her the moon and the stars. Laid the earth at her feet and named it heaven. The only heaven he needed to know; the heaven that existed for no one but him.
His mouth opened and closed like a fish. The bubble rose in his throat. Panic wanted...