Fantasy & Science Fiction Author
I sit watching the light of the rising pale moon that dances across my bedroom walls, a beacon that softly illuminates the swaying stalks of wheat that whisper beyond my window. Hidden amongst the shifting shadows, their subtle voices murmur to one another...
‘Why Larry?’ ‘Why not? I think it’s rather cute.’ ‘Cute!’ Joseph barked a laugh at the ludicrous idea.
Decided to jump back in and try out something for Crimson's Creative Challenge this week! First thoughts for some reason were portals when I saw this weird little cube.
Sleep rubbed from the eyes. The clock ticked silently, the dull green light of its digital numbers illuminating the cluttered desk.
‘Yeah, we should have gone right back there.’ Janice groaned and had to resist the urge to blare the car horn out of anger.
A1: Ashen stars, I just want to go home. B1: Keep us on a straight course. Fleet's one jump out.
Hey there readers! Let's cut to the chase; I've been away for a little while. Not many stories have been emerged from my currently crammed brain, and the progress on the Ended Saga has, to say the least, drooped a little...
Now, when I say I shot first, I don’t mean a literal bullet. Well, actually, now that I think about it, it kinda is, but isn’t what you think. It’s a tad complicated. At least, it seems to be in my head...
Brahl was a dead man. The greataxe he heaved in his large hands would no longer save him, as across the rickety wooden bridge, his once friends stared at him with burning eyes of rage...
“No, no! Not there! Jesus, why would even you think to be put it there?” Sarah rubbed the bridge of her nose with a weary hand...
