Trident

THE INFILTRATION OF TRYDIA “When he took that first step into these foreign lands, he knew that he had already succeeded.” The moon shone brightly this night. That was unfortunate, ...

Dearest friend, Your life isn’t worthless. You have all the worth, Of one that I respect. Without you, Who would I laugh with? Who would I cry with? I have ...

This is for the Fantasy Fools' Contest thingy. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to put anything in the title to show that. The theme is dragons. Traveling to the ...

NEGOTIATIONS “Words are our friend and our enemy.” “These words are quite dull. It’s difficult for me to read them properly,” Representative Arthur Darius admitted to his counterpart, Repres

Foreword: The War of the Four Kingdoms of Bankshire left the land in utter ruins and decimated three of the four races.The Men were the strongest in numbers and tactics, ...

“Merrick, Merrick!” the stout little abbot called. “Here. Over here!” Merrick turned toward the short balding man and scowled. “Good morning, Carolinus.” He was probably the only person wh

This is a short piece I did a couple years back that I considered bringing to novel form, but moved on to something else. It is Pope Leo I's thoughts ...

[This is part one of four parts of my short story. It is a tragedy, but some might consider the ending to have at least some happiness to it. Please, ...

Part One Maurice. Alone. Alone in a granite cell with a thousand thoughts of a thousand dreams and then some. It was easiest when he didn’t think, didn’t try to ...

Woe is me, woe is me, Life has been unfair to thee, A warm house, a full belly; I have it bad, can’t you see? A leather throne upon I ...

[This is an excerpt from a character chapter from my work in progress (novel). I tried to make it not too long and hopefully you'll find it easily understandable. Don't ...

[Erm... I'm not sure where I want to put what chapters where, so I'm going to label them as A1, A2, B1, B2, C1, C2... to follow the different storylines ...

Okay, this is basically my first attempt at poetry. If it's bad, please tell me. If there is something I can fix, please tell me. A flake of impure white ...

The raucous clamor of the thousands below was the only thing she could hear over the thrumming in her chest. It seemed the entire Moche civilization had congregated at the ...

(Er... another lame attempt of mine at poetry. Do not be too lenient. I must learn after all.) One of those tepid nights where the coat-less shiver and fools play ...

Tiny white knuckles, gentle baby's knees. The way that changing a foul diaper never offends. True baby's breath. Not as flowery as a bouquet, but just as sweet, and twice ...

I stand here and watch the busybodies. Electric doors, street vendors, warm exhaust fumes choke the passersby. Mistletoe boughs climb street poles and Santa’s bell rings lightly. I stand and ...

Part I It was the jazz that soothed her, that kept her from tearing her eyes from her head. It was the tinny sigh of the ride cymbal, the loose ...

It was her tree. Since she could remember, it had been her tree. The memories of it flooded her mind: warm summer days that made her seek the old oak’s ...

Helen’s fingers pinned the languid drapery to the lines. The pale light from the sky cast the cloth in a horrible gray; even her red headscarf seemed to lack in ...

I carried a garter snake through the whitewashed town: it would hiss and flick its thin forked tongue through scaled lips to seduce me. “Don’t worry yourself; he cannot bite.” ...

I. I sit hopelessly in my prized folding chair. The sun brings out my freckles and the dry grass crinkles between my sandaled toes. We all ponder the wiles of ...

[This is just the beginning of a short story I'm working on. I plan to post more of it as I write it.] Muriel sauntered across the ship’s metal-plated flooring ...

His pale body lay on steel slab. They had ripped out his heart: if only they knew it was shattered, a mosaic of red and pink and black. They had ...

Butter thy bread, lather it in Lard, sweeten it with honey and clove. Immerse it in hot oil, and coat it a candy red; bite deep into this apple, and ...

A twisted hand has grasped my mind. Its pen plunged into my black heart and wrenched. The unspeakable— what acts can be contrived!—are whispered, not by brutes, but men of ...

We see the demon’s head. Twisted horns. Shattered teeth. I tread lightly and step over small dust piles at its base. “Is he human?” she asks me. “No, Mary. Once ...

[Hi all. I do plan to make this story a LOT longer. Perhaps a novella or something of the sort, but here's a short excerpt that I hope you enjoy, ...

This thread is for nominations of the YWS Top 100 Classics (the number is subject to change). You may only list books that are 50 years old or older. Please ...

This thread is for nominating books for the YWS Top 100 Recent Books List (the number is subject to change). You may only nominate books that are newer than 50 ...

Here I will list the books that have been nominated for the YWS Top 100 Classics. Reasons why or why not certain books should be considered can also go here. ...

Here I will list the books that have been nominated for the YWS Top 100 Recent Books. Reasons why or why not certain books should be considered can also go ...

They say that those whose lives have been so agonizingly taken from us at such a young age tend to linger just a bit longer to enjoy life’s simpler pleasures. ...

Thanks for the critiques.

[This is not yet complete. I do plan to finish it, so please feel free to comment.] The four sat in opposite corners, never quite knowing how exactly they had ...

[This feels a bit of a dry skeleton at the moment. Hopefully that can be fixed. Advice and comments most appreciated.] “We are the merciful. We are the unwavering. Six ...

We are three. Three are we. He and he attached to me. That is until the surgery. We are three. Three are we. Just one and one and one are ...

You kick mountains; uppercut cyclones. You dance on dark clouds and saddle hurricanes, snatching their eyes from within. You drink up the ocean and sputter its salt into rusty spittoons. ...

Thanks again for the critiques!

Prologue: The Vengeful Goddess It all began with a seed. The seed of life one might say. It struggled in a cosmic ocean, endeavoring toward its destination. Blind in determination, ...

Removed. Thanks for the crits!

Not sure if I got the feeling of this poem to go across well. Please comment on that if you would. I stand at the deli counter and order a ...

[This is for a class, so any feedback is appreciated.] My mother hoards our confessions and locks them behind steel-plated doors. She stashes them in pink piggy banks like the ...

Mary lies smiling on the blacktop, finding faces in the cumulous clouds. Around her lie her friends, who scream in protest at injustice, inequality. A crowd of picketers is corralled ...

“Come on, baby, no delays. We gotta get out of here real quick!” Diego stood in place in the doorway; a pale-faced girl was sitting on the end of a ...

060 Salt -- The Salt Merchant [There's no real aspect of fantasy in this section (the first of five), but there shall be later. Comments very much appreciated.] Danielle’s village ...

Atop our complex seventeen,There lie a garden with a view.And there a yellow flower bloomed,A daffodil I'd not yet rested in a crannied space, A crack within the concrete wall.A ...

Challenge for Cadi's prompt on Writing Gooder. Flash fiction piece.