Mike lived a simple life. When he wasn't working at the gas station down the road, he was always on the beach, not far from his seaside cottage where he lived alone. Every day he knelt down and plunged his hands deep into the sand, grasping the grains and shaping them, letting them take form … Continue reading Story: ‘The Sand Girl’ by Kathryn Singer
Winter was coming to the Black Valleys, and the first snow was grey sludge beneath the mercenaries’ boots as they struggled up the mountain. With no interest in a seventeen-year-old girl too tired to keep up, they staggered past Althea using their spent matchlocks as walking sticks. She tried to catch her breath. The forests … Continue reading Story: The Woman Who Must, by Roderick Gladwish
Vampire in the bar eating peanuts, had gone upstairs to check caskets. As the flattened chords of B-flat blues wandered through her oak pollen-filled nostrils, she awoke with lace around her body. The priest was a Martian with a love for whiskey. He took confession at the corner table. Despite vampire's tastes in blood, … Continue reading Story: Carbonated, by Tom Grayhorse
Deep in the woods, let evil beware The children's friend, the Wizard Bear With tooth and claw, staff and spells Monsters he fights, darkness he fells If you be goblin, ogre, or troll Growing thunder will be your doom's toll If wisdom you seek, Wizard Bear is wise His knowledge is great, as is … Continue reading The Saga of Wizard Bear, by Leo Byrne Jenicek
"Tell me again about when I was born,” he said. “Which time, my prince?” Yes, oh which time, little brother, she thought, though she knew. She had knitting in a basket in her lap but the King was absent from court and so his son had none but his sister for company, and his … Continue reading Little Brother, by Gryffyd Eamonn Dempsey
"Propnomicon focuses on horror and fantasy props of interest to fans of H. P. Lovecraft and players of the 'Call of Cthulhu' role playing game. That includes items directly inspired by Lovecraft's writing, DIY information for creating your own works, printable paper props, and source materials related to the 1920's and 30's, the 'classic era' … Continue reading Website: Propnomicon
My name is Scaramouche, and I was made by Cimiar, the greatest alchemist of all time. Snick, snick. Bite sharp! Taste blood; drink deep. I am no ordinary dagger, oh, no. Not even for an enchanted blade. I was crafted by the master, and he had one, specific task for me. My sole purpose is to … Continue reading Three Destinies, by Gerry Huntman
Sir Gossabel mounted his steed, then beheld his opponent from across the field. What was going through the mind of that wretch, he could only guess. And what did Princess Gertrude see in him? He didn't want to think. This duel would settle the matter. At the signal, the opponents goaded their horses, and … Continue reading The Film Maker and the Sceptre, by Robby Charters
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