Eryn chair’s creaking as she tipped back onto two legs. A grin spread across her face. “Exposed for the fraud I am, eh?”
After Game
I’d lost. Darkness swelled around me, not in an absence of light, but in a totality of it. Not one pixel of hue remained. The game world I’d spent months carefully conquering had withdrawn beyond my reach leaving me… here.
In the Brink
The Brink was no place to get lost and the only place on Minerva Terminal. In the last hour Lia became more familiar with the fact than she’d ever hoped for.
Raven’s Flying
He sat perched on the rock staring into the valley ignoring me. Petulant. And stubborn. Not that I was better. I’d followed him out here.
Ring the Bell
The newly risen sun had just begun its scorching rise when Valerie heard the sound. Metal warbling as it was struck, hesitantly at first but with increasing urgency. The ringing filled her with dread as the trains first shrill whistle joined the noise.
Desolate Dark
“There’s a desolate feel to the place.” Stacy’s pronouncement was accompanied by vague hand waving. I whirled to glare at Terrance. Not even one minute and she’d started in.
Waiting Game
Siraxe ignored the fire rippling through the grasses beside them, focusing on Keleskull instead. The fire would vanish soon and only marked recently departed adventurers and not a threat. Keleskull plopped onto a downed log.
When it Rains
“What?” I snapped slapping the pad onto my desk.
Gage stood in the doorway, mouth hanging partially open, tempting the malfunctioning detectors to slam the door closed on him again. “I…” was his stunning comeback.
On Ablian Straight
The day the ferries sank is marked by the dead, the desperate, and those awaiting damnation. I number among the awaiting.
7th Anniversary
Happy 7th Anniversary to my blog! On this day 7 years ago I wrote my first blog post and got it up right before midnight. Apparently, I am following that tradition again this year. Still after the insanity of the last year for me, I am happy to have this post done. I hope you…
