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
Thorlin struggled forward, the marble floor beneath him hard and unforgiving; he felt weak and cold. Blood covered his face and chest, most of it his own. He had tried... tried to protect the Dragonstone. He fought them, but he was not strong enough to do his duty. Ilerya, Goddess of Light, had to … Continue reading Seeker of Vengeance, by Alva J. Roberts
The first time I saw the Man of Light, he was feeding sea gulls on the beach. The day was cold, bleak, and windy. The sun was little more than a rumor in the afternoon sky. I approached him with my hands buried deep in my pockets and my head tucked against the wind. He was an … Continue reading ‘The Man of Light’ by Charles Parramore
Through the surface of cratered moon, shining dimly out to open space, celestial devices, collecting dust underground. Among the first exhibits included: the sandglass, Cupid's arrow, the scale, balancing pans of good and evil. Floors down, one could stumble upon the stables of the charioteer, Helios, the dark wet cellar of Tartarus. But undoubtedly, tucked … Continue reading ‘Subterranean Museum’ by Robert William Shmigelsky
Last lecture delivered from the podium of the Department of Philosophy of the Free University of San Francisco. - July the 4th, 2184 Friends, academics, and fellow mutants, I address you today in my capacity of new Chairman of the Socratic Society, on the first, and probably the last day of my tenure. Thank … Continue reading ‘The Last Coffee Shop Philosopher’ by Koos Kombuis
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
(The following is an excerpt from an, as yet, unpublished novel, ‘When Blood Runs Cold’.) Peace would not come to him. The ache that the Abbot had repeatedly told him would lessen and fade away still stabbed at his heart. Four years! Four years of brutal, gruelling training of both mind and body. Studying … Continue reading ‘Killing is What I Do’ by Jonathan Saville
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Before dinner that Tuesday, I sat back in my leather-bound chair and indulged in a few moments of feeling quietly safisfied. Recently I had even felt the beginnings of optimism. After years of cloud and storm, the sun had broken through and I could at last bask in the success that I deserved. After … Continue reading ‘The Easy River to Success’ by Mark Lord
The Jacques Richarde Building shook. Students and teachers alike considered their escape route, but before they had the time to follow it, the shaking stopped. “Was that an earthquake?” Madeline Mullaney asked the attractive blonde next to her. “I think it was an alien landing on the roof,” Maria replied, to the surprise of everyone … Continue reading ‘An Alien’s Love’ by LB Knowles
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