For a while, I’ve had in the back of my head assorted tales of things not going according to trope, mostly for the fun of it. Here’s the first, hastily scribbled (if a keyboard counts as scribbling) in an ICU … Continue reading →
Something that just walked into my head… not sure if it’s part of anything larger, or not… One Fine Day At Ye Olde Magick Shoppe Haldebard sighed. The war… well, the nearest war… was over, and that meant the … Continue reading →
The Name Of His Wife Jacob Brown sat on a rough wooden chair. The light from a single flickering candle illuminated sod walls. He set down a wooden bowl filled with watery gruel, which was his breakfast, and blew out … Continue reading →
By Way Of Introduction This was submitted for the Blizzard 2010 writing contest; it did not win, place, or show. Sigh. The version below is very slightly different than the one actually submitted, mainly in that it was not cut … Continue reading →