In the Eye of the Sandstorm
A gust of wind stirred up the dust of the deserted street. It stung the stranger’s face as he led his burro into town. He brought his free arm across his fac...
Stories & Poems - page 12
- fantasy 48
- flash-fiction 107
- haley 19
- horror 42
- humour 40
- literary 90
- poem 48
- romance 40
- scifi 26
- short-story 13
- thriller 68
- vignette 68
Prefer to read a series from the beginning? Haley's War is an unfinished chaotic fever dream, but it's a helluva ride.
Strange Love
There once was a lady, hailing from the circus Whose beard was so long, she would curse it But there was something about her I was smitten, her lover I’d...
Knife Master
I probably shouldn’t have been drinking last night. I smile at my lovely assistant as I heft and feel the weight of my knives. Perfectly balanced, but was I?...
Clown Car
Cuddles, you go first. No, you go first, Stinky That’s Twinky. Not when you had beans for lunch. I was hungry And this is a little car The crowd want a...
Bigtop Bulge
So, you see, I’m really quite worried about your health. Have you been feeling fine? Oh, healthy as a horse, you say? (I guess you shouldn’t have eaten one.)...
Milk
Eunice sniffed the milk carton left on the counter and wrinkled her nose, swallowing hard against her rising gorge.
Riding the Train
Riding the hover train this time of night always made me sleepy. The route passed through seedier parts of the city, so I took to people-watching to stay ale...
What's a Dwaithelord?
Dwaithelord — an honorific for the tribal leader of a coven of dwarven wraith soul stealers. Traditionally male, Dwaithelords are honor-bound to defend their...
Shardik
Shardik woke to the high-pitched laughter of the woman and growled quietly to himself.
Jake
Jake hobbled in to the kitchen and half-sat on his haunches. The old dog’s hips didn’t quite have the elasticity for a proper sit. He more or less squatted a...
Piscans Interruptus
Captain Nestor breathed a sigh of relief as his yacht left the hanger bay of the Vindictus. Finally, some alone time. It’d been too long since he’d taken hol...
Torture
Reflected in the steel above, I watch the red line widen as he traces the scalpel from my navel to between my breasts. I tense as the sting turns from bliste...