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The Very Last

“Captain, we have a transmission that’s coming up from a nearby planet!  The signal is weak, but it’s looping.  If we record it a few times, we could splice the video and audio feed-“

“Make it so.”

The communications officer looked at her commanding officer and nodded, her brows furrowed as she returned her gaze to the console and began to gather the samples required.  As she waited in her comfortable red seat, she tapped one of her red-painted nails against an empty part of the console.  Green eyes gazed listlessly at the reading screen. Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted by on July 30, 2013 in Futuristic Fiction


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Bugmen Attack

The war was old, and we knew our enemies well– perhaps almost as well as they knew us. That’s what the captain said, at least.

They were reptilian bugmen, with a hive mind that they could connect to and disconnect from at its will. Tough leathery skin on the outside, and unnatural organs on the inside made these beasts, and they were deadly, with built in explosive cores, long claws on hands and feet, and sharp teeth. They lacked eyes, but had strange antennae atop their heads. Read the rest of this entry »


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Farmer Meets Paladin


Enrys was so sure he was doomed.  He crouched and hugged his knees, and he squeezed his eyes shut tight. Silently, he willed the approaching monsters to finish him off quickly.  The hisses and growls continued, loud enough to drown the death cries of his animals, but he felt no pain.  Instead, the sounds began to quiet, as though fading in the distance.  With uncertainty, he cracked one eye open.

The monsters were gone!  He stood, shocked silly, and quickly looked around.  What could have sent them off like that?  Enrys was sure it was something horrible, until his eyes landed on an unkempt man in some half-rusted armor, wielding a dented hammer. Read the rest of this entry »


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Soggy Snow

“And only when it’s chosen your grave for you, will you see it.  The dead eyed lamb will follow you until you die.” Janice grinned as she leaned in close to the fire.  Its flickering light gave her face a haunted look.  The other two  children around the fire screamed and held each other, and Janice leaned back to laugh. “Oh, it wasn’t that scary!  Wait until you hear why they find kangaroo bones under Australian churches!  They’ll kill you themselves, you know.”

Nicolas shuddered. “No!  No more!  I want to go back inside now!” Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted by on April 25, 2013 in Modern Fiction


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Angelisha sighed as Jacob ignored her attempts at play, and instead watched the snow fall outside, warmed only by red fire and Anghelisha’s always-ready body.  The large man sighed as cold began to cause tiredness, and wiped ice from his beard and eyelashes. “We should go back.” he murmured, but did not move.  His knees felt frozen in place after hours standing in one position.

Behind him, the young slave woman nodded. “Probably.” She huffed. “You wouldn’t be so cold if you let me warm you.”  She cocked her shoulders to one side and crossed her arms under her breasts in an effort to push the flesh up and increase her paltry cleavage.

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Posted by on December 21, 2012 in Semihistorical Fiction


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“Bravery is being the only one who knows you’re afraid.” – Franklin P. Jones

Laughter filled the halls as two children dashed through, wooden dragons in hand. Phil and Corey had no cares in the world as they flew their toys around in the air, only the smash into each other with louder laughter. The two finally collapsed into a pile of giggles as they exhausted themselves. Their youthful chatter was boastful and imaginative, and soon enough, they had their second wind.

From a nearby study, a father smiled as he listened to their shouts of glee. He looked down at the boring work required of a king. With an unhappy sigh, he returned to his task. He felt that he never had time to be a part of his son’s life of late. So many petitions to decide upon, and so many nobles breathing down his neck, waiting for him to die of sheer dullness so that they could pay off a regent’s favor.

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Posted by on December 13, 2012 in Semihistorical Fiction


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