It’s time for another story from the archives, and this is a bigger one. Oddly enough, though it clocks it at more than 6000 words, which is about as big as my short stories get before they balloon past the 10,000 word mark, I have done little with this one….
Archive for fantasy
Another story from the archives! This is an early story, written during my college career as a writing club challenge. Besides being based on a piece of music (if I remember correctly), I was also supposed to make it “not fantasy.” Er…not sure I managed that, except in a technical…
Throughout 2016, I’ll be digging out old short stories that used to be among my “standards” but have fallen to the wayside, unread by many who might enjoy them. “The All-Seeing Prophet of Fortune and Love” is one of these. This is an entertaining story of a conman and his…
The following is a flash fiction I wrote for the Children of the Wells web project. It connects to characters introduced in The Rules Change. “Delia Coonhill is asking to see you, Governor.” Governor Vac looked up from his papers. He was a man not often shocked, but the soldier’s…
Yesterday four more workers died. That made nearly fifty in the last two weeks. But it would not stop the Path’s progress, for Foreman Elias Acunto knew the bricks of the Path had always been laid with blood, and he kept this fact constantly before him to steel his resolve….
It is twilight. Shadows lie curled like dogs in front of the fire. The table is set for dinner. The Lady Delia sits upon one end, her husband, Lord Cronin upon the other. “You have done well tonight,” says the Lord, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand….
The city below lay shrouded in darkness, with only a few pinpricks of light shining from the street lamps and windows. “I don’t remember ever seeing it that dim,” Eljar muttered. “There’s several good veins past the Black Valley,” his uncle reminded him, “and there’s potential beyond the Empty Sea….
After a day and a night, the wind died down and the whirling white of snow settled onto the frozen ground. Stephan stopped dead in his tracks, caught completely off-guard by the sudden change. The strange calm dislodged even that from his head. The black sky was deep, like the…
The peals of trumpets announced the victor’s entrance into the city. Princess Anna heard them from her room and hurried to her balcony. She could see the gold and white banner of Galandrin, known everywhere in the land as the White Knight. “He has defeated Mowran,” she whispered, her gaze…
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