A short story where a handful of the author’s main characters get together at a coffee shop.
Category: Shorts
Galaxy Skin – Short
You’re staring off into space again. “I’m bored. That’s all.” The city was grey. The rain was grey. The dust mixing with the water was sludgy on the window sill. A pigeon hunkered down in its nest regarded me with displeasure. Bored? The great and mighty Yezer? Bored! Surely not. “It happens. It’s wet, and…
Scattering: A Short from Achten Tan
“The tents? Really? There’s plenty to be had here if ya’ look,” Barz squawks. I slump forward over my stead’s head to flick away detritus from his antenna. “I don’t see why it concerns you.” I shift back in my saddle and press him home to the stables. “Strange people out there. Sure you wanna…
Dust Motes: A Short from Achten Tan
“I’ll be back late. Hearirs will drop by to help with lunch and a bath. You sure you don’t need anything before I leave?” Mab calls from the door. The time it takes for me to shift my chin from left shoulder to right is the sound of the door clicking shut. It takes longer…
The Next Tower
I drag piercing, ragged air into my lungs, fingers slipping on ice-crusted granite. The burn sinks behind my ribs, leaving me reaching for the next foothold in hopes of escaping the whiteout. A crack of twigs turns me to my partner. He’d slipped against the trail, one hand desperately clutching at a pine tree limb….
Kiss: A Short Story
An excerpt from the anthology: Beneath the Twin Suns Embers and ash. Wild night creatures murmured at the door. Venerable Brother Hacnor took the last of his ruby mantle from the sky, dusting the horizon in amethyst and onyx swaths. Esteemed Brother Armad preceded him beyond the boundary of the known to call the stars…
Dreams: A Short Story
I come to in the darkness. Sweat drips off me, causing my shirt to stick uncomfortably. I breathe a sigh out. Just a dream. I tell myself this as I pull myself from the tangled sheets. I’m always telling myself this mantra. Mom and dad told it to me. The babysitter said it. The therapist chanted…
The Raven and the Marsh
My fire had grown dark with the deep storm blanketing the mountains. Tossing a log on it made no difference to the lurking shadows. A snap. A flash. A scream. “Every time.” My voice echoed in the great hall, offsetting the small noise issuing from the floating embers. “My lord?” A shadow cowered. A stray…
The Camelot: A Short Story
He hovered over the scrying bowl. Water dripped into it from the canopy above him. What was he trying to gain by coming here in bad weather? The light had faded from his skin. Warmth was beyond him now. His brother had left, and his father was angry. Those around him wanted him to brighten…
Chapel Orahamm 