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  1. The Lost Daughter (Part 3)

    She stooped and entered, her light stabbing before her. The tunnel led straight for almost fifty feet before intersecting crosswise another even shorter tunnel. She grimaced and tried to see what each tunnel held, but her light could not reach far enough. She took the left-hand tunnel first, her spine shivering and her shoulder-blades trembling painfully at the thought of the two empty tunnels at her back. She groped her way forward, hunched down, almost frog-walking, and suddenly turned...
  2. The Lost Daughter (Part 2)

    Her open eye saw white and purple phantoms everywhere, and she resisted the temptation to open her left. She scarcely noticed that the temperature had changed dramatically; she shivered before it dawned on her that she felt chilly. She waited, just inside, as the light phantoms faded, and opened her other eye gratefully, but still she could see almost nothing, just a bit of floor and little lines of piled gravel. Since she couldn't see, she listened, breathing deep to quiet her racing...
  3. The Lost Daughter (Part 1)

    The unmerciful sun made the valley floor shimmer and dance. She wiped the sweat from her brow, and winced at the pain in her sunburnt shoulders. The burn made the slightest wrinkling of the skin beyond mere discomfort. Her knees hurt even worse, burned almost purple. Exposed by her short skirt, which hiked up even higher as she sat in the saddle astride, her bare legs ought to shame her. She set her jaw and gritted her teeth. No help for it. No time to go back, no time to find some...
  4. The Artifact

    Don't touch the Artifact. If you do, there's no telling what it'll ask of you...
  5. Part Four

    The man guided the writer down the cavern, weaving between the clumps of words. ‘But mine is so huge,’ the Writer said, glancing back at the big Doubt Beast following them. ‘I can’t seem to do anything that stops it much at all. And I’ve never seen it shrink.’ They approached a tunnel opening in the cavern wall. Multicoloured word strands flourished along its floor. ‘Patience, practice, perseverance,’ the man said. ‘Thats all I can tell you, I’m afraid. You’ll beat the Beast for a while,...
  6. Part Three

    It took a while to find another string of words. Side tunnels began splitting off left and right, but the Writer liked the glittering tunnel, and stayed on it. She saw words ahead. Fear squeezed her insides as she tried not to think about what the beast would do. It’s footsteps sped up as she reached out for the words. Her heart skipped at the sound, be she forced her hand to reach out to them. She shone the light of her pen on them to help her see better. The beast broke into a run...
  7. Part Two

    Words. She was here for the words. What was she doing, sitting against the wall, knitting and sleeping? She put a hand down to push herself up. The ground felt soft, almost spongy. Furry to, like some sort of animal. But nothing lived inside the Story Warren. Just the words. She tried to sit up, but found the same soft, yielding surface right in front of her. And at her back. It completely enclosed her. She couldn’t rise. Panic lit a fire in her chest. Trapped! She pushed against the...
  8. Part One

    On the grass, under the sunshine of the real world, the Writer watched the dark entrance to the Story Warren. Night spilling from its opening, a dark blot on the hillside. The entrance to another world. To all the other worlds: the Story Warren was where the words came from, and words could do anything. The Writer gripped her pen tightly. The only tool a writer needed, inside the Story Warren. The pen lit the way through the tunnels. It illuminated the words. To explore the Story Warren...
  9. Treatment Day

    A flash fiction based on my experience with Chemotherapy.
  10. Deaths Hound

    A Sivlan knight wanders through an abandoned town without knowing how or why she is there.
  11. Johan Scarrim, Eagle King of Astrarch

    Lord General Johan Scarrim, the Eagleking, the red haired Dragon of Wyrmport, a man who will forever live on in history for thrusting both himself and his homeland of Astrarch out of obscurity and into the competition of great powers from the 17th to 19th Age's. Johan was a product of a long standing edict that had been initiated more than 250 years before his birth, for after the Last War of the Wyverns, the lands of what remained of the Antramarian empire and their allies had begun to face...
  12. The Covent Creature, Tyrant of the Gailish Barrows

    The Covent Creature that once stalked the Gailish Barrows of northern Gailen went by many names during its undisputed primacy over the misty and boggy region, The Great Black wolf, Yogriffs vengeance, Firinus, but in reality it had not one name, but many. For the Covent Creature was born from the collective malice of a group of exiled Druidic healers from Pririo, an ancient order that had been keeping the populace in good health, driven away by the encroaching influence of the Antramarians,...
  13. Goroslov "The Sackbag" Mactova, and the burning of Antramar in the 13th Age

    Goroslov Mactova, posthumously known as Goroslov “The Sackbag” is the most infamous combatant to ever emerge from the already infamous pit fighting leauges of Aphal. Pit fighting has a long tradition on the continent, supposedly stemming from the Ryavi region in the north, and spreading throughout much of northern Aphal and Gimsonia by the time of the Antramarian empires peak. Goroslov was supposedly born in the city Dnedi in the free realm of Archov, he was a street urchin who subsisted...
  14. Part 1: Thornstaffs PoV

    Thornstaff scowled as another pebble hit his back. His apprentice had been throwing pebbles at him all morning and seemed to think that she could get away with it. Another pebble hit him. Thornstaff turned to face his apprentice with a soft growl, glaring down at her smug little human face. "You shouldn't glare at me like that. Your face will stick that way." The girl said cheekily, her grin grew even smugger when he blinked in faint surprise. "What? No, Stop it." He growled, towering over...
  15. Half-Truths and Deception Part 5: Ryjahs PoV

    One of the statues looked straight at her. Ryjah screamed and grabbed Thornstaff pulling him off balance. “It… it looked at me.” she stammered to Thornstaffs irritated glare, her eyes wide with fear. Thornstaff glanced at Kalishan “Are you sure that the pipe is here?” he checked. “Of course I am!” Kalishan snapped. The statue took a few steps towards them with a clinking echo. Ryjah felt Thornstaff tense as several more statues turned to face them silently but to her relief, they made no...
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