Breaking Free
Sand danced in sunlight. The evening was silent as a tomb. The chain of a swinging bench creaked, breaking it for a time. She sat on her doorstep. Silence washed over her. Chores were done, and she was free to languish in her open prison, surrounded...
The Warrior
The time had come It was Kleios' job to finally deal with the foreign invaders from the outside world, the crawling creatures of elsewhere with armored bodies and mandibles that could rip through flesh with the slightest of ease. It was against this...
The Prison
Dotak sat in meditation, eyes closed in concentration. The ring of flame around him was his only protection, the force outside threatening to crush him. It was a power unlike anything he was used to -- not that it was powerful, not that it threatened...
The Knockers
The Foxen from the woods was a strange sight, even going beyond how she was a cross between a red fox and a human in appearance. She wore a green hooded cloak under her quiver and clasped bow, but under the cloak was hardly a speck of decency. Only the...
The Woods
The night was hot and humid. There was a slight breeze, but it did little to alleviate the heat. She lay on her bed in the wagon, window open to let in what little air it could. She could hear the arguing outside. The booming loud, angry, drunk voice...
The New Warden
Though she wore no shoes, there was no mistaking her footsteps down the corridor. She was larger than any prison guard ever seen at the facility. Border collies and other medium-sized dogs were the norm, but now a wolf was warden of the Pen. She was...
She Plays (Poem)
In the morning, she plays. The bow slides across the strings of the violin, sending crisp melodies through the air. Her soul leaps into the air, dancing upon light feet. At noon, she plays. She dances with a man. She did not know him,...
Child Soldier
His name was Jacob. He forgot his last name; the people that knew it were dead or far away. Jacob was a good soldier, able to keep out of sight of the machines and survive. He was eight years old. He dreamed of his father sometimes, at night. He rarely...
Sola in the City
The mist appeared rapidly down the city streets, a form of fog that hung thickly and darkly, obscuring more light than it had any right to. Those breathing it in felt no changes, but the substance hanging in the air was observably different from...
Sensual Sacrifice (POEM)
Ah, a dangerous woman to love for her to be on your mind, To hold her so high above, Even though she is so unkind... Whether to wish to be eaten, or to be crushed underfoot, perhaps ruthlessly beaten, with her cigar turned to soot, In the end,...