Part six of Shielding a Dying Light, a novel in beta released as it is written. The hunter returns to make amends, and Kord’s condition worsens.… Continue Reading
Part six of Shielding a Dying Light, a novel in beta released as it is written. The hunter returns to make amends, and Kord’s condition worsens.… Continue Reading
The hunter stood tall and foreboding, their saviour in the wild night. His bow and rifle on his back. The wolf head hood shrouding his face in partial darkness. Eva looked from his face to his right hand. The dark blood dripped from the heart, the black and twisted thing was from the alpha wolf.… Continue Reading
The wolf collided with Eva. The impact knocking her off her feet, and sending her sprawling. The breath of the beast was hot and reeking in her face, its canine digging into her cheek. The beast was dead. Eva laid there in shock. She could not move the animal, its bitter life flowing over her,… Continue Reading
(Note to the reader this is Part 3, here is Part 1 and Part 2.) “Run!” Bonnar roared at his brother. They crashed through the under-brush Bonnar pushing him to run faster. Bonnar was a bear of a man, a great brute but he moved fast. Fabre sprinted, his legs were failing, he’d been running… Continue Reading
(This is part 2 of Shielding a Dying Light, if you haven’t yet read part 1) The girl scrambled back, terror on her face. She zipped up her jacket, and pulling away from Kord into the corner and its shadows. “Wait,” he said, putting his hands out, and his palms up. He had no weapons… Continue Reading
In the darkness of a world close to death a single light flickers. A world choked in the killing vines of the near triumphant Dark. A girl child is born free of malice, hatred, and rage. Born without a corrupted heart. A unique child, the final pulse of an all but hopeless world. Innocence and… Continue Reading
Isaac’s world was silent and black. He remembered the jolt, the shattering glass tinkling, the weightlessness, the world turning beneath him and then the crash to blackness. He couldn’t move his body. He was only faintly aware of it. His left hand held by another. A tube in his throat. He wanted to see, he wanted to… Continue Reading
“And then what happened, Mr Feldman,” the lawyer asked, walking away from Dale his arms folded behind his back. His black leather shoes, shined to a mirror, clicked on the floor sending up echoes in the still court. “Then it all went to hell,” Dale said. There was nervous laughter in the gallery. “Language, Mr… Continue Reading
Dale Feldman was an honest man. He seldom told a lie, in fact he got a nervous twitch in his left eye, the bottom eyelid to be precise, whenever he did. Fortunately for Dale, he was the only one that knew this. The lawyer in front didn’t even see it. At the moment Dale Feldman… Continue Reading
Note to the Reader: This is not my very best short, but its about the practising the process each week. Getting a short out each week, keeps the writing flowing and improves the skills. Ideally. Before men came to this land, before magic was lost and before the winds came that blew it all away,… Continue Reading