In the Beginning The plains were covered in blood. The hows and the whys Nara knew a little of from whispers along each blade of grass, and in that moment she did not care. All she knew was that a battle between soldiers erupted within the fields she and her husband tended to, as they have been for generations. A battle that razed homesteads with fire and magic. That butchered with stakes and steel. All this over a spat between lords. A want of more territory within the plain

Join the twin Witches, Yeta and Yater, as they venture out to find a demon to seed their perfect child. Part of a series of short stories that make up the Anataya Chronicles. Story contains mature subject matter. With that, enjoy. Prologue Yeta and Yater were too much alike. Their ambitions and desire for magical power and knowledge bounced off eachother. A feedback loop that led them to a cursed place to meet the remnants of a demon. The joint leaders of a coven of vauli s

Based on Canada'a Golgotha by Francis Derwent Wood It's the dead of night and you are sound asleep inside the trench you dug. Dreaming of home, or the Kizar, or some froline, I dunno what Jerries think about. It's cold, dirty, damp. I'm coming to take you out of your misery. In the shadows we lurk, clad in darkness and wearing more blackface than an American minstrel show. In my hand a butcher's cleaver, readied over you. Why not just shoot you? Simple - guns are loud, k

The three of us sat in the concrete bunker. Our living situation since the nukes fell a year ago. One year of sitting in a dark, concrete room under the ground, lit with a fluorescent tube that started flickering two months ago. Shelves stuffed with cans of beans and spam and bottles of water from a begone era where taps existed. The closet of a toilet, which began reeking about six months ago, being the only reprieve from having multiple sets of eyes staring at me, and us. T

Hello Dreamers, Below is chapter 1 of Guide from Madness, if you wish to get an idea about the quality, pacing, and overall style of the writing, feel free to give it a read. Now, quick disclaimer this chapter is pending another editing pass and will have some differences in the final work. Enjoy. Chapter 1: Helen watered the garden in Lord Baxter’s estate, staring at all the pretty flowers beading water from the iron watering can designed for this very purpose. From forge

Photo by Binyamin Mellish: https://www.pexels.com/photo/blue-and-gray-concrete-house-with-attic-during-twilight-186077/ Earl and Betty sat in their livingroom when it happened. “How was work?” Betty asked Earl. “Blagh, the usual.” Earl replied. “You know how them city-folk get about their lawnmowers.” “Its good money at least!” “That is true.” From the window of the old home they shared for thirty years they saw a strange car drive down the cracked pavement of the street. A s