I rolled and pranced back to my feet like a bounding gazelle. My back slapped the muddy, wet boulder, stuck a moment from all the grit and algae. I invoked a quick incantation, just a swift word, and my skin gained the properties of marble. Durable, tough, and unmovable. Another timed spit of words added …
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Psychosomatic
Phil tossed another can of beer into the nearest trashcan. He used the wrong arm to grab his phone from the side table. The phone dropped from his ghostly fingers, but he managed to snatch it with the other hand after scrambling off the wood floor. He checked the date and time. Sighed heavily, rubbed …
The Brittle Nature of Reflections and Dreams
Sirius jolted awake. His glass armor finished pieced itself back together and delivered a resuscitating burst of reviving electricity from its stored reserves. Sirius, caught upside down, wiggled violently. He was disoriented, severely. Hanging--the rush of blood, the residual energy given off by his armor, the heat, the blunt force trauma--Sirius fell unconscious. Chunks of …
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The Realm of Hel
Each step created an indentation in the snow. The crunch and shuffle of flurries, at least up to the knees, was the only sound beyond the frigid whistling wind. Occasionally there was a spot of dead grass under my boot, and if I didn't take a full overstep, I'd sink deep into the white. My …
Confident Touch
Dillon backed against the wall. Guard up, feet apart, shoulders square, and hands tight until his knuckles bleached. He kept his head ducked behind a solid wall created by his forearms. He'd managed six people. Each one writhed on the ground in shattered pain. A few with broken arms, some ribs. But the hardest challenge …
A Stiff Spirit
Eliot, trapped and secluded, was surrounded by fighting. Which tended to happen when inciting a war. While he managed to hide behind the pile of obvious rubble, he might as well waved a hundred white flags. It was the only pile of rock for miles.Smoldering blasts of iron strung the sky like fireworks, the deadly …
Orbit, Orbit, Orbit
"So, I didn't understand any of that," Cyrus said.He'd been patient, he'd trusted his best friend, he'd sat like a statue to listen to every detail, and--most importantly--he'd suffered through every test with his dignity. Okay, maybe not dignity. Cyrus lost that when he had to stand through a thousand pictures zoomed in on his …
The Neon Road to Lands Unknown
Clint turned the nobs, dotted the buttons for every red warning, and double checked the seals of his space faring one-seater. The engines sputtered dead, and while his wings yawed, it served nothing more than changing his direction. He was drifting through empty space. Silent and alone. His ship out of fuel and his directions …
The Ten Horns of the Apocalypse
A legend, adored, the top of the pyramid, the burn in the sun. He built his story piece by piece by being a good man. Helpful, loving, compassionate, capable, but never a thought to himself. The warden of a prison lived in a tower above the population. He begot poison and blood and forces of …
A dripping thought
An offense. A challenge. A force. A torrent. A change.A death. A farce. A stillness. A drought. A silent cub. A perfect moment between the words.
Just Buckle Down 