Short Fiction, Poetry and Classic Book Reviews
Victor found himself in a dark, musty wine cellar. He still had the scimitar the wolf knight had given him, but every other trace of the great hall was gone. Tall wooden racks, cradling hundreds of dusty wine bottles, spanned the walls. A small candle in each corner of the room cast a feeble light.... Continue Reading →
He jumped back and laughed. "Whoa! That was close." A thin mist of dust settled around the knight's hollow severed hand; Victor crouched and lifted the gauntlet with both hands. "Good grief, that's heavy." As he turned the gauntlet to try it on, a pang shot through his left shoulder and he dropped the armour;... Continue Reading →
Waiting my turn in line on the field, Standing in torrential rain, My extremities numb in the winter cold, I get hit but I feel no pain. The incoming projectile slides through my hands, And strikes me right in the beak, I run to the next marker, wait in line again, The boy in... Continue Reading →
