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The Duel in the Black Tide (short story)

Posted on April 20, 2012 at 11:50 PM Comments comments (0)

  Sole closed his eyes, and listened to the crackle of flames… and felt their heat upon his skin… and smelt the burning of rotten oak… and the salt of the sea breeze.

  When he opened them again, the Merion fleet had disappeared over the horizon, and a wave of relief washed over him. Whatever else had been lost this day, they were safe; safe from the madness that had infected these lands. It was night-time now, and the full moon had risen, cold and ...

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Arya and the Night's King (Fan Fiction short story)

Posted on April 15, 2012 at 9:30 AM Comments comments (0)

This story is actually taken from amuch longer A Song of Ice and Fire fan-fiction piece (called “Blood of the Direwolf” ), that I wrote last year. Thisis basically the climax of that novella, in which Arya takes up arms againstBowen Marsh and the other members of the Night’s Watch mutiny. However, I feltlike it worked as its own short story, so I’ve re-edited it, and added somestuff, to make it feel more self-contained. Don’t worry, all...

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Two Wolves after the Doom (short story)

Posted on December 12, 2011 at 10:30 PM Comments comments (0)

  Saria was wading through the snow, her grey fur crusted with ice. Her breaths were deep and raspy, painting the air white in front of her snout. The great she-wolf limped towards the roots of a spider tree, and collapsed beneath its twisted shadow. The days were growing cold and brief. There was no warmth left in this place; no creatures to feed on; no caves or hollows to escape the bitter winds. There were only the harsh white snows, that stretched eternal; and the cruel, broodi...

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The Battle on the Arcane Hills (short story)

Posted on January 7, 2010 at 12:55 AM Comments comments (1)

  “Stay together!” Sole yells out over the vicious war-cries of the Marlock host. “Shield’s locked forthright on either side of the first rank! Shield’s locked headstrong on each successive rank. Flanks stick close to your fellow soldier and guard him with your life!” Sole peers out over the rim of his broad iron shield and glimpses the hideous ocean of metal and flesh pouring down the valley towards them. “Fear not these desert rats,” he w...

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The Hunted (short story)

Posted on October 5, 2009 at 1:55 AM Comments comments (1)

  The New York night sky cackles and moans with an eerie menace, as fierce storm clouds sweep in from the coast. In downtown Harlem, in a narrow alley of old double-storey warehouses and broken-down public lots, several police officers stretch a reel of orange tape across the entrance to an abandoned drug-den. A cluster of police cars are parked awkwardly outside on the gravel road,...

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Holmes and Hannibal (short story)

Posted on September 26, 2009 at 1:50 AM Comments comments (1)

[Detective Sherlock Holmes walks cautiously down a dark, stone walkway; barred cells lining the far wall. He slows as he reaches the end of the corridor and removes his coat. Holmes takes a seat on the foldout chair propped several feet from the glass wall of the last cell; placing his coat and briefcase against its legs. He exhales deeply. Dr Hannibal “the cannibal” Lector—the sole occupant of this maximum security prison floor—is stirred awake by the p...

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The Wrath of Achilles (short story)

Posted on August 21, 2009 at 1:20 AM Comments comments (1)

Η οργή Αχιλλέα

μάχη (Combat)

 

  Achilles swung and hacked his blade in fury; blood burst through flesh, coating the wild face beneath his helm. Screams of torture filled the air, but to him it sounded like music. Achilles moved from foot to foot, his muscular legs darting across the battlefield like a...

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Wolf (short story)

Posted on August 15, 2009 at 1:20 AM Comments comments (1)

  The water is cool against my lips. I feel the clear liquid run down my throat and into my belly. My eyes quickly scan the riverbank for any fish, but I can see none. The sun has set and the darkness is slowly beginning to engulf the forest. The other animals have gone back to their homes, and only the predators remain out in the open. It is silent now, and the only sound left is the rise and fall of the riverbed; the forest is sleeping. Still my tongue continues to lap at the water. I ...

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The Outsider: Chapter Six (short story)

Posted on August 2, 2009 at 1:15 AM Comments comments (0)

  In a few moments I will be dead.

  The heat is immense under this hood. I feel beads of sweat gathering across my forehead. All I can see now is blackness. I hear a man shouting accusations over the low grumble of an angry crowd.

  “This man – nay this monster – is not fit to live in our moral society. He is incapable of emotion, conscience, or ethical decision. This sociopath has been sentenced to death by guillotine under the laws of our people...

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Lord of the Flies: Simon's Journal (short story)

Posted on July 30, 2009 at 1:15 AM Comments comments (1)

  I went out again today. I don’t know why, to get away from the others I suppose. I’ve been walking in the forest more and more. Just walking, alone. Thinking about things. I decided to venture up to the mountains today. As I made my way up through the rocky crevices the sun was just rising up over the wet canopy of the forest. The others would be getting up soon, wondering about me. Maybe. But I kept moving, I don’t know why, I just had to find out what was up there.

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Scarface (short story)

Posted on July 19, 2009 at 1:10 AM Comments comments (0)

  I woke up dazed. A mix of strange, flickering colours smudged my eyesight and I remembered feeling cold and dizzy, like I was going to throw up. I tried to move but suddenly felt heavy and weak, the only things that seemed operational were my eyes. As the odd colours began to form shapes, my eyes slowly adjusted to the bright, green light.

  I examined my environment. I appeared to be in a square-shaped room, lit by a green light, to which I could not find a source. I notice...

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Europa Europa: Solomon's Diary (short story)

Posted on July 18, 2009 at 1:10 AM Comments comments (0)

Dear Diary

Tonight was my bartmitzva, or at least it should have been. Tonight I should be singing and dancing and being happy. Tonight I should have become a man. But tonight they attacked. Krystallnacht it was christened, when the Nazi’s came to our homes and businesses with rocks and fire. They cursed our God and set our shops alight. “Hail Hitler!” they screamed over and over and over. But the main thing I remember was the sounds of smashing glass. I could not esca...

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Tomorrow, When the War Began: Radio Interview (short story)

Posted on June 15, 2009 at 12:50 AM Comments comments (1)

You’re listening to 45.7 Kiwi FM. Breaking News today, Australia has been invaded. I repeat: the Commonwealth of Australia has been invaded by an unidentified enemy. The invasion took place a week a go, on Australia’s annual Commemoration Day when communication between Australia and the rest of the world ceased all at once. Today a meeting of the United Nations took place and it has been confirmed, that the Commonwealth of Australia has been invaded by outside armed forces. We ...

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Mission Log Book (short story)

Posted on June 11, 2009 at 3:05 AM Comments comments (2)

<STATUS>

  • Log Entry #001
  • 26.03.4478 [16:04 hrs] Current Time (CT)
  • Launch Day {- 3:56 hrs} in flight
  • Position: Earth, U.S., NASA Launch Site

Less than four hours remain until the greatest and most expensive space mission in history w...

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Report on Humanity (short story)

Posted on May 28, 2009 at 12:40 AM Comments comments (2)

REPORT FILE

12//AA5324<[Adv.Race]>06

• Subject/Species: Universal Advanced Species [06/10]

• Intelligence [class A] (Human race)

• Home World: Galaxy_The Milky Way; Solar System_1,700(-the sun-); Planet_3(-earth-)

• Life Span: 14 nano-cycles (2.05 million years)—{Extinct}

• Examination: File [000024523] on Humanity – Science & Technology; Human Warfare; Theories on Extinction

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Farmyard Fable (short story)

Posted on April 2, 2009 at 12:35 AM Comments comments (0)

  There was once a cow named Kirstie. Kirstie lived on a big, green farm with all of her farmyard friends. She enjoyed her life, the endless fields of soft green grass; the gorgeous hills and mountains that bordered the horizon; the cool, clean winter air, or the warm glow of the summer-sun. Yep, Kirstie thought she had it made.

  One particularly sunny February mourning, Kirstie stood grazing with all of her other happy bovine friends, thinking about how fortunate her life wa...

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A Visit to Pompei in AD 75 (short story)

Posted on March 22, 2009 at 12:25 AM Comments comments (1)

  The cheers and cries of the Roman crowds echoed through the city laneways. Pompeian’s from all walks of life hurried excitedly towards the amphitheatre. Today was May 15, Mercularia, and these games were held in honour of the messenger god Mercury. Merchants, fishermen, farmers, businessmen, and slaves all file into the grand arena. I jog to catch up with them, for the opening ceremony is about to commence.

  As I enter the great, stone building, I am once again overwh...

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Hercules and the Hound from Hades (short story)

Posted on March 3, 2009 at 11:15 PM Comments comments (3)

  A cool, breeze swept through Hercules' hair, relieving him of his long journey. His muscles ached under the weight of the three golden apples he had to carry all the way from the Hesperide gardens; it was only the thought that he had successfully completed eleven of given tasks – and had only one more – that had kept him going.

  Hercules approached Eurystheus' temple, he took a deep breathe, and entered. Hercules stepped before Eurystheus, placing the apples at ...

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Dragon Battle (short story)

Posted on February 13, 2009 at 10:05 PM Comments comments (0)

  “April, 2nd, 1886,” wrote Connya Sinton to his diary. “I am running low on food and supplies, and I fear the dragon, Fortron, is drawing nearer. My allies have all been killed by either obstacle or animal – I am the last one left,” he paused, stood up off the rock he was sitting on and smelled the air – it smelt musty all of a sudden. He looked around, suddenly the tunnel in front seemed to rumble and then a thick silvery mist sizzled out of it. Conn...

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