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The Sea that had come to the Mountain (Secluded Monks versus Homoerotic Supernatural Water Spirit)
From his unshorn hair dripped clear water, clinging to the tip of a pointed ear and rolling, rolling down its curve. The hem of his trousers hung soaked through above bare, fine-boned feet. The smile that curled leisurely across terrible lips was sweet, nearly blissful. Perhaps it is not the house itself but rather those…
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The Dishonourable Ones (Sci-fi)
Lights flickered through the yellow smog. Neon pinks and blues, greens and oranges from the signs, markers, graffiti and public notices that heaped upon the constructions of the city or wandered with half-hearted anti-gravity boosters just below the ship lanes. Cyllene used colour to hide her scars, but from the ground up all that the…
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Beau and Beast (Fantasy)
Dorian was familiar with obsessions. Many of them flared brightly, and the warmth of their distraction blazed across his skin and mind, but guttered quickly. There had been church and theology, but the fashions had been too dreary for any man of style; there had been women, more than he cared to count; there was…
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Elfshot (Fantasy)
He loved the iron city, though it wasn’t iron all the way through. It was lights and concrete and metal girders, and cold, and rain. But it was iron enough. Enough that the old kind, those that were called fair, rarely feasted there, rarely stole, rarely visited, and if they did – rarely returned. He…
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Cross bones (Ghost Story)
Liberty of the clink, working the corner. Outside the law. 5 pounds a throw, can you afford it, Sir? It starts with the whispers down Redcross Way. She appears on the corner, fluffing her skirts, cut up the middle. Walking past the fence that drowned under memories, ankles flashing between soiled hems. Aye, we know…
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Date Night in the Overworld (Fantasy)
Present Talasin-Zo had just sat down in an empty tavern, crouched deeply in the mud at the fifth crossroads in Old Zamora Town. The taproom was dim and dank, as was most of Old Zamora these days, yet the voice that addressed him over the bar was anything but. And worse, it was a voice…
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Crimson Smoke in the shady city (Fantasy)
Sterling grunted as their leg started to cramp from where they were wedged, two arms bent and legs askew, halfway down the Second Master Arcanist’s chimney. Quick, light footsteps tapped across the cut stone floor below the sooty chute and a body rolled into the grate, launching themselves upwards towards Sterling. Thrusting out their hands,…