Fiction & Fantasy

Hey, everyone. I wrote this story over a year ago. Just went through it today and decided it was pretty neat. Read and let me know in the comments if you think I should build it up as a serial story (story that gets released like film episodes). Lay low, go far away, start a…

“Did you see the paper I was working on yesterday?” Her husband asked her. She was standing in the doorway and for the last few minutes had watched him scatter the office that she had so painstakingly arranged only a few hours earlier. She didn’t know what hurt her more, that he had scattered the…

The food was never enough. The Aare wanted them hungry. “Hungry men are angry men,” he always said. “And angry men make great soldiers.” “Hungry men are also weak men,” Dara said when The Aare turned his back. “And weak men make terrible soldiers.” He gulped down his bowl of garri. “But of course, no…

Any questions? We said no. Not because we didn’t have any– oh I had many,–but because we wanted him to get down from the bloody stage

His voice was sweet His words were song His brain held the secrets to the universe you were sure And his heart held all the warmth and passion of fire of a hearth in the middle of December, in the middle of nowhere. And his laugh was the perfect ochestra, It’s melody the light that…