I like to write. Most of what I publish is stories as opposed to novels which I try to get published. Below is a list of the stories I’ve written. Some of them are hosted on this site, some of them are hosted elsewhere, but all have an entry here.
| Page | Description | Tags |
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| A Father's Choice | Maladar pulled a face as his wife’s incense drifted past his nose. The heavy scent brought too many memories of pointless bowing and scraping at the local temple and he neither had the time or energy to pay attention while he worked. He tapped his pen against the side of the bowl for a moment, waiting for the smell to pass before he returned to his writing. The tip of his pen hovered over the paper for a moment, a tiny droplet of ink falling to smear the paper. He found his train of thought an… | Exalted, Stories |
| A Simple Cog | The door slammed hard into the plaster wall and knocked down a few errant portraits before swinging back just as violently. The door smacked the man following behind the baron right in the chest, staggering him back. Shaking his head, the older man managed to clear his head and burst through the door. | Fedran, Publications, Stories |
| Another Werewolf's Tail | Claire stared down at the purple-rimmed wound on her thigh. The jagged bite mark managed to start healing only a few hours after the damn dog bit her, but even three days later, it remained painful and sensitive. She used a fingernail to pick at the scab, wincing at the pain but unable to stop. It was a good pain, it reminded her that she was human. One finger pushed up at her shorts as she cocked her head, a high-pitched ringing filled her hearing as she inspected the top of the wound. | Stories |
| Best Laid Plans | Fire crackled in the banked pit as Howling Wind Triumphant drew in the earth with one long fingernail. “This town is ripe for plucking. Two guards, maybe three, on duty and the rest sleeping in their soft beds.” Around him, his tribe of barbarians watched his movements with the fervor of worshipers. Howling Wind ignored them, the infatuation just a by-product of their absolute loyalty to every word that came from his lips. He flexed his hand tightly, watching as his moonsilver tattoos flick… | Exalted, Stories |
| Brickpunk | “Damn it, Gertrude, get number two furnace working again! I’m almost out of the Agatha Red on the second cannon!” She screamed something back in response, but Eustace couldn’t hear it as his hundred ton mecha slammed into the side of the quarry. A line of bricks shattered along the rough rock wall and he threw himself to the side, steam engines groaning under the weight of moving so much hardened clay to the side. He felt the entire mecha shudder as the baron’s dark bricks, Morning As… | Fedran, Stories |
| Drowned | Machine of Death Detective Edward Stolis stepped over the body of the dead woman and crouched down next to the teenage girl next to her. The teenager looked up with all the pain in the world as tears rolled down her cheeks, marring her mascara and splashing down on the sequined dress that covered her lap. For a moment, he wondered at the purpose of wearing a dress such as that, but then he spotted the edge of something in the purse next to her. Idly, he tugged it out and stared at the ticket fo… | Stories |
| Friend of the Guard | Shila dropped her pack on the table with a disgusted sigh and peered down at the log book half buried in food wrappers. Her hand gripped into a tight fist as she shook her head before sitting down heavily on the wooden stool. “Bastard couldn’t wait, could he?” | Stories |
| Hidden Room | weekly prizes Greg stared at the back wall of his basement with trepidation. Somewhere behind the rotting paneling and tacky tile was a room. A room that showed up on blueprints but had no doors. He glanced behind him where he had arranged nearly a ton of wood, steel, drywall, and home improvement tools. A couple thousand dollars on a credit card that he couldn’t afford, but he needed to do something. | Publications, Stories |
| Love Conquerors All | Paperwork was the death of all old ninjas. Lieutenant Daker stared down at his desk, his dark green eyes probing scattered piles of paper spread out across the hard translucent surface. Half of them were lined up perfectly, the other half in scattered piles with no rhyme or reason. Below the pages, he could see through the blue-tinted material to his shoes below. His eye caught sight of a scuff mark on his right shoe and a matching one on his left. Shaking his head, he spread the piles of paper… | Itrifore, Stories |
| Moon Dancer | Clan of the Cats The full moon hung in the sky, spreading it’s brilliance across the ocean surf with sparkling light. The surf was quiet, swells that whispered up the sand and drew back silently. The beach was deserted, void of human life as the ocean brushed up against the sand in quiet, almost measured beats. Salt filled the air with the scent of seaweed and fish. A cool breeze raced along the sands, teasing the grasses into long dances in the darkness. | Publications, Stories |
| One Regret | White WolfJanuary - April 2007 Quarterly Eomer was a pirate in the seas of Creation. He preyed on the family ships that traveled through the West, looting what he could and killing anyone who got in his way. But, he felt uneasy as he saw the small boat bobbing in the ocean. He wouldn’t regret just one last act of piracy before heading home... | Exalted, Publications, Stories |
| Silver Presents | The Man chewed on his cigar as he picked his way across the brightly flaming bodies of his precious frat boys and girls. Across from him, the dazed shape of the Big Wisniewski tugged on his bathrobe as he did the same, winding his way around the stench puddles that ate away at his disgusting hippies. In the middle, a damn adventurer stood in the middle, looking around with the delighted glee of someone who just opened up 1,998 Crimbo presents. A shiver rose down his spine as he looked into those… | Kingdom of Loathing, Stories |
| Stone Blood | It was a beautiful day. Brilliant sunlight streamed out of the clear, blue sky and filtered down across the green landscape. The birds and the bees murmured softly in the sounds of life as a warm breeze stroked across the trees. A doe stepped out of a copse of trees, blinking away the sleep before gingerly moving toward a clear stream. It’s father, a massive buck, watched from a distance, one ear flicking away a horsefly. A small chorus of crickets and other insects fill the the air with their… | Stories |
| The New Girl | Clouds of oil smoke poured out from a cracked manifold, choking Staple’s breath as he dangled his hand between two heated pipes while trying to reach for his wrench. He felt searing heat burning his shoulder and strained to keep the canvas cloth away from the black fixtures. His fingers flicked at the wrench, swearing under his breath as his efforts only brought it closer to the edge of a particularity difficult coil. Below, he knew it would fall over two meters before landing on the super-hea… | Fedran, Stories |
| The Pop Can Ring | “” We all wanted him, that much was painfully clear to us who waited for him. But, despite our black suits and looming schedules, none of us could tear ourselves away from his corner. It was the first in months he had not shown up to dance, to sing, to amuse. I ached to see what outfit he wore, from the chimney sweeper’s tuxedo to the translucent dress that rose up way too high to be considered elegant. | Publications, Stories |
| Thomas the Baker | Twisted Inkfeatured When do you do when your daughter may become a sacrifice for the dragon and you are nothing but a baker? Thomas had a plan and it didn’t involve sharp swords or shiny armor. Instead, it involved a plan that included the entire city and a couple of pies... | Publications, Stories |