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Seven Knights
The Mechanism was broken. In the final battle on the high plateau, the seven surviving knights of Order of Illuminators overtook the Guard of the Clockwork Gate, rent those gates asunder, and entered into the very inner sanctum of the … Continue reading
Robin’s River
There was a river in Robin’s backyard. There hadn’t been one the day before, but that morning, when she woke up, there was a river. It had rained all night. Hard, pounding rain, up until she’d fallen asleep. Lightning too. … Continue reading
Pride
Derek breathed the vapor in as he watched the technicolor parade pass by. He felt the tightness of his lungs and the mild itch at the back of his throat. It never went away. He’d heard people say that it … Continue reading
Mina’s Angel (Revised)
[I was never happy with the original confrontation I wrote between Natalie and the Sorcerer, but I was reluctant to go back and change it. It was done, right? You can’t just go back and change it if it’s done. … Continue reading
The Tale of Ayla and the Bull of Narine
“That one there,” the grenz points over the thatch roofs of the houses, towards the western sky, just above the setting sun, “Do you see it?” The rain has finally stopped, for a few hours at least, and the sky … Continue reading
Vanna’s War (conclusion)
The missile hissed as it hurtled through the air towards the drone, colliding with the shield and exploding just like the first one had. For a split second, the drone did seem confused, its tracking beams moving wildly in all … Continue reading
Vanna’s War (part 2)
Vanna had been forced to trade her rifle to Lukas for an SAM. Lukas was the team’s best shot, Deirdre had argued, and she needed Vanna to help confuse the drone. After the first shots, the drone would swoop in … Continue reading
Holding Hands
I don’t really remember how I found it, or why I felt the need to stick my hand inside. Curiosity eclipsing good sense I guess. I may have been high. I still go back sometimes if I’m high or really drunk, … Continue reading
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Vanna’s War
Vanna peered out from between the leaves of the tree, over the jungle to the South. Dark clouds. A storm was coming up from the plains. It would come in hard tonight, one of the big, heavy storms that kept … Continue reading
Mina’s Angel
Natalie sat at the side of the bed, in the creaky old chair Mina had picked out at a second hand store, watching Mina as she slept. She could see the pain on Mina’s face, every now and again her … Continue reading
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