Fantasy
The Weapon Check
'Lookout duty is a rather boring affair,' Private Piersens frowned in boredom. The private waited at the checkpoint outside of the recently built capital of their growing kingdom. However, the other nations that knew of them had yet to send emissaries to try to form an alliance with the coastal civilization, or armies to attempt to test the Scarrien strength. There weren't even any merchants coming in or out for days!
By Grant Alexander Brown5 years ago in Fiction
DESPERADO'S RUSSLE
"Al"bert Hute ("The Desperado") was the best of the supervillains. He didn't agree in unproven boasts; this was fact. Josiah "Shark" was something of an electronics genius; but without his electro-mechanical tub toys, he was a gurgling weakling; a fish out of water. Dr. Luthor Vanderice, the "master of cold," could have been a threat; he dressed way too garishly to be taken seriously. Dr. Eclipso couldn't rightly threaten all of Teen Justice when he was so obsessed with fighting Solara; and the Lazer was little more than a thug for hire. "The Desperado" was the sole villain with real super powers (albeit, they were speed and power detection). That made "Desperado" important enough that he surrounded himself with a gang of his own. If Simon, the sinister AI, were paying a speck of attention to the villains in the way that T.J. directed, and monitored, Teen Justice, it would know that...
By Kent Brindley5 years ago in Fiction
A Pear, Witch, and Coyote
There was a trail of shrimp tails on the back porch, an empty container of cocktail sauce, and several empty wine cooler bottles with a half-gone bottle of rum keeping them company. A bucket of fried chicken was toppled, and a few pieces were eaten. The Tabby cat Morgenmuffel was doing his part by assisting in the clean-up of the shrimp tails by eating them. Hannibal the Samoyed dog declined to help with the shrimp tails, they were just not his thing. Hannibal knew his owner, the compulsion to live on leaves and that horrible tofu would be over as soon as her love affair with the vegan fire juggler came to an end. In the late evening with a text message, the summer romance was done. With a doggie sigh, nosing the chicken, Hannibal carefully selected a breast to eat, knowing that the bones could become lodged in his throat if he tore in and chomped down vigorously on the chicken.
By Kat Dehring5 years ago in Fiction
Sedna
My family, and myself, had spent the day hunting. We’d become known in these waters by the fish as the great white hunters; we were the infamous great white sharks of the water. As much as I enjoyed my families hunting trips, there was always something I desired more. I desired the bright lights of the moon and stars. Swimming in their reflected lights was the closest I could come to heaven.
By Meredith Lawless5 years ago in Fiction
Ethical Necromancy From an Expert
So you're interested in getting into necromancy. Maybe your friend mentioned it to you at the café. Or perhaps you just saw something about it online. You might think that necromancy is all about raising armies of undead to overthrow the world, but honestly that hobby is rather passé. Really, humans are annoying enough when they're alive. A bunch of undead ones are just dull. If you really want to have some fun with necromancy, and want to be a little more ethical about it, I have a few suggestions.
By Daniel Goldman5 years ago in Fiction
The Art Barn
The Art Barn I truly didn’t know that Devin was laundering money until years later. I just figured he was doing really well at the gallery. He would come home and tell me that he had sold one of my pieces for $5,000, and I had no reason to doubt him. I thought it was because my artwork was that good.
By Chel Svendsgaard5 years ago in Fiction
