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The Starry Man

We met in a bar.  My friends dragged me to the dark building, lit with rustic light bulbs instead of diffused-beam lighting system.  When I asked the bar worker, he said the owner had a stockpile from back when bulbs were viable, and he hated to waste money.

The light from the bulbs was fuzzy, and as my friends dragged me from the bar to a table, I spotted her. Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Posted by on August 9, 2013 in Futuristic Fiction

 

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For Sale

Red, painted lips pressed against the infant’s head, and his mother rose and turned from the still child and left the darkened room.  Her quiet voice hummed a lullaby her own mother used to sing to her, and she walked to her own bedroom to get dressed for work.

Her uniform was already clean and laid out.  She checked her purse to make certain it had all she needed, and then began to change.  A kiss on her shoulder told of her husband’s arrival.  She turned to look at him and smiled at him. “Mind helping me change?” Her wink was flirtatious, and he smiled back at her as he zipped her bright red tube top into place over her chest.  It was a struggle against her large breasts. Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Posted by on August 7, 2013 in Modern Fiction

 

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The Giant’s Shield (Part VII)

Continued from The Giant’s Shield (Part VI).

“Trun.” Ask’s voice sounded strained and shaken.  He could hear his own panicked heart beating rapidly. “There’s something scary outside the window.”  He swallowed, and the lizard in the middle seemed to grin at him with teeth that put Ask’s own to shame.  Ask blinked, and they were gone.  He swallowed again and slowly turned to the door.  His hand rested on the handle, and he looked back.  The window was empty.

Sweaty hands opened the door, and Ask looked up at Trun. Read the rest of this entry »

 
 

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The Giant’s Shield (Part VI)

Continued from The Giant’s Shield (Part V).

All of the events since saving the innkeeper’s wife spilled from Ask’s angry lips, right up until he came to the part where Korenila joined him in the back of the wagon.  Only then did he pause to think about the events. “Korenila and Evoxe and Horse never stopped trying to help me.” Tears filled his eyes. “They got kicked out of their healing house, Korenila and Evoxe did, because of that.  Horse stayed with me even though I planned to eat her.” He swallowed his tears and tried to speak, but words wouldn’t come out.  His thoughts refused to stay straight.

For a long time, he just sat there in the company of a stranger, trying not to cry. Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Posted by on July 19, 2013 in Semihistorical Fiction

 

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The Sand Flea (Part X)

Continued from The Sand Flea (Part IX).

“Hey, something’s ahead!” Evoxe’s voice was sudden, and woke Ask from his doze.  His head was somewhere soft, and the sun’s warmth felt nice on his skin.  He looked upward, and saw Korenila’s face.  He was resting his head against her chest, and she was leaning against the forward wall of the straw cart.  Beside him, Horse had her nose under his hand.

Korenila opened her eyes. “What is it, Evoxe?”

“I think it’s-” he trailed off momentarily before he continued, “It’s a house.  Nobody should be living this close to the Drop.” Read the rest of this entry »

 
 

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The Sand Flea (Part IX)

Continued from The Sand Flea (Part VIII).

Ask continued to run through the healers’ temple, desperately seeking someone who believed him.  His back began to burn with a dull ache. “Bandits are coming!” He pointed back, behind the temple. “They’re that way!”

Several scoffed at the panting goblin.

“Liar!”

“You’re for Njolr!”

“You’re just going to rob us blind!” The patients’ voices kept the priests from hearing, and as Ask tried to run towards a male priest that had fancier robes than the rest, a hand wrapped around his ankle, and a group of seven patients bustled him out the same door he entered through. Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Posted by on July 1, 2013 in Semihistorical Fiction

 

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Writing Challenge: Character Alignment Horny Evil

Bored.

Zadakh was bored.

That was his only excuse, and he owned up shamelessly to Ciana, who was sent to stop him.  She was armed from the toes all the way up to her deceptively delicate ears, and her keen eyes watched as he leaned to one side and rested his elbow on the arm rest of his grand throne.  He sighed, and the air seemed to come from every corner of his chest, like one who knew only the most profound loneliness. Read the rest of this entry »

 
 

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Two Flowers

A warm touch.  A soft kiss.  The embrace was thirst-quenching for my soul.  It ended with the soft pat pat of coins landing on my bed, and his quiet footsteps leaving the room.  I opened my eyes, hopeful my ears lied.  They told me true.  He was gone.  As I closed my eyes and laid my head back down, I felt warm wetness on my lashes.  Sleep quickly found me again.

Crack!  The whip snapped against my flesh and I howled with an open throat.  My voice echoed back at me from the paneled walls.  I had no time to prepare as it struck me again, across the buttox.  A scream tore from me, and he allowed me to rest while he left, supposedly to get a drink.  Time passed slowly as I waited without a word.  The ache of my legs held apart and my hands tied above my head began to grow from dull to a fire across my shoulders and calves.  I called his name as I spotted the light of morning through the tiny window, but he did not come. Read the rest of this entry »

 
 

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Abduction

Revenge.  Even the word sent a ripple of tingling energy through my body.  I breathed for vengeance, and my heart beat to avenge the grievous wrong visited on me more than a year ago.

I stared at the one who did this to me.  She was petite and pretty, and the smile she directed at the grocery store’s cashier was filled with promises of sweet chocolate and strawberries on a warm summer day.  It made me sick.  My stomach flipped over and over inside of me.  She gave everyone that sickening smile.  That smile was the reason for all of my troubles.  She looked back at me. “Sorry it’s taking so long!” She smiled at me, and my knees felt weak.  For a few moments, I just looked at her for a long time before I nodded.  She returned her attention to the tattooed teen behind the counter. Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Posted by on April 23, 2013 in Modern Fiction

 

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Smile Boy Roshad

The leaves crunched under Uros’ sandals.  Each step through the colorful autumn garden was filled with bright colors and lively sounds.  A few bugs called out for love, and the birds still sang despite the chill in the air.  The morning sun gave the plot a golden hue.

Uros stopped in front of a stone bench and turned away from it.  He gripped one side of his robes and pulled it away from himself to tighten them against his legs, then sat on the bench and folded the end over his lap.  With a content sigh, he closed his eyes and listened.  An icy breeze whipped by him, and he sat still to enjoy it.

The warden, a homely woman, arrived not long after, and sat beside him. “Let me know when you’re ready to go back inside, my lord.” Read the rest of this entry »

 
 

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