Exile
1 story
The Saint Petersburg apartment was beyond squalid. In these slums, “Squalid” was a moderately sized apartment poorly kept by a lazy man, or a small apartment inhabited by ten. This ...
And so it was that these Exiles escaped that worst of punishments. But exiled they were, and to a world both young and primitive. Though punished for sacrilege, they maintained ...
The cavalry formation thundered through the infantry before them like a scythe through wheat. Garbed in matched sapphire uniforms, wielding swords of the same make, and riding horses of near-identical
Sixty riders were bogged down by the horde surrounding them, unable to break free. As the ring of troops encircling them grew tighter, one horse reared, tossing its rider. Before ...
The runes encircling the serpent on Larrel’s shield flashed with scintillating colour as the flames rolled over him. Whilst the enchantment woven into the shield protected him, Larrel could only ...
The army’s camp was in the hills to the south of the now carrion-infested ground where the battle had taken place. Around the great fires, soldiers celebrated alongside their officers, ...
Thoughts of a Traveller Runic scribings in my veins Writ of music, writ of Cain; A path unchosen, the future ordained Treading a path to which I am chained. Ordered ...
A powerfully built woman strode into the warehouse, preceded by a peculiar little man of verminous appearance. Once she was inside, the woman instinctively knew something was peculiar. Quicker than ...
“Do you know what pathetic means?” Sure, it means weak and pitiful, why do you ask? “Nope, well not originally, but today’s meanings are corrupted by yesterday’s fancy. Originally it’s ...
There is a special kind of detachment that can only be associated with a funeral. Whether held in temple, field or out there in the wild; all funerals attract that ...
How had it come to this? He had been shown the respect of being allowed to remain in his tent, rather than a cell, but little else The fact that ...
Jon took a long draught from the waterskin the guard had passed to him before tossing it further down the line. Twisting his neck and flexing his shoulders, he spat ...
I'm kind of proud of this, but finished too late by 15 minutes to enter it in the competition. Is it any good? Each line of dialogue begins with the ...
Hey this is largely inspired by the monster's narrative in Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. I'm rapidly developing the idea of having it as the beginning of a mildly dystopian fantasy world, ...
The feeling of movement that engulfed me was overwhelming, but brief. I struck the ground with a force I found distasteful, but by no means instilling in me fear or ...
Why would we stay? It was time to go, the generals said, the situation was untenable. Shot to hell, that was the grunts, no point staying to get shot up ...
That the dead shall not walk the shores of Ulthuan. The fifty-fourth of a total of sixty-six oaths was one considered vainglorious by the mages who swore to it on ...
A world where an apology replaces a greeting, where the accidental locking of gazes is judged too great an intrusion; this is the world we live in. A world where ...
There was something beautiful about the night. Though it was no stronger than a stiff breeze, there was a deeper vibrancy to the wind. It seemed to cajole and taunt, ...
I am the white tower of your admonition. Built in the shadow of your endeavour I have transcended your very nature to serve as your taskmaster.You come to me with ...
Recently submitted this for a university magazine as a Book Review. Thought I'd see what my YWS writing comrades thought of it. Geraldine Brooks’ Caleb’s Crossing is a good book, ...
Stand-alone piece featuring a minor character from Enslaved.
Stand-alone piece featuring intrigue and blame.
The storm, unrelenting. The cost, unbearable. Stand alone story featuring Rina from Raider's Scapegoat.
Short bit of bare dialogue between a boy and a ghost discussing justice.