Tag Archives: Fantasy

The Bonding

Posted on April 13, 2015 by fredhesser

On the day of my Bonding my mother cried. When I awoke she was weeping, and my father held her, comforting her. I asked what was wrong, but they did not answer me. I asked my mother why she cried, … Continue reading →

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Dear Jess,

Posted on March 30, 2015 by fredhesser

I don’t know if this letter will get to you. The book says it should, but the book has lied before. We’ve figured some stuff out about it while you’ve been gone. For starters, as far as we can tell, … Continue reading →

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Skittering

Posted on March 23, 2015 by fredhesser

They come out in the fall. That’s their season, and that’s when they’re dangerous. It’s when they can blend in. You could see a hundred and you wouldn’t think anything of it. You’re not really looking for them after all. … Continue reading →

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Sick

Posted on March 9, 2015 by fredhesser

I’m sick. It’s not my fault. I was careful. I was so careful. I wear a mask, I wear gloves, I use sanitizer all the time. I was careful. I know how it happened. On my way to work. I … Continue reading →

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The Axle, Notes on the Sundermen

Posted on February 2, 2015 by fredhesser

[So first a bit of news. The name of this blog was not chosen at random, it is actually the title of a novel I’ve been working on for awhile now. At this time, the rest of February and possibly longer, … Continue reading →

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Lights on the Horizon

Posted on January 26, 2015 by fredhesser

Marvo sat with legs crossed atop a rock at the water’s edge, the unfinished net laying across her lap. She looped the netting needle through the loops of rope unconsciously as she looked out to the sun setting far out … Continue reading →

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Sleep

Posted on January 12, 2015 by fredhesser

I have to keep him awake. You see that don’t you? If I let him sleep it ends, and I can’t let that happen. Maybe I should start from the beginning. No. I can’t do that. I’m not even sure … Continue reading →

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The Tale of Ayla, Part 6

Posted on December 17, 2014 by fredhesser

“How big are goblins?” a young boy asks, “You said the goblin chief was taller than Ayla, but you said Pek could fit in her pocket.” “Most goblins stand about…so tall,” the old grenz explains, holding his hand at the … Continue reading →

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The Tale of Ayla, Part 5

Posted on December 8, 2014 by fredhesser

The young girl’s friends are sipping soft cider and chatting while they wait for the next story. The old grenz is talking with the innkeeper, who still seems cross with him about breaking a cup last night. The girl is … Continue reading →

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The Tale of Ayla, Part 4

Posted on December 1, 2014 by fredhesser

The old grenz frowns at the rain pelting against the window. A storm, blown in from the Sorrows, has turned the roads of the town to rivers of mud. He is unlikely to have any audience for his story tonight. … Continue reading →

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