Category Archives: Creative Fiction

Valhalla

Slothing through the field, our swords meet, I stab the guy, his buddy eyes me, but it’s like, “Why?”, you know? Whatever, he’s dead. I don’t care. I doubt he does either. It’s like, yeah I get it we’re at … Continue reading

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The Only Part of You He Had

Eight months. Eight months she’d been gone. Buried under a litany of nightmares and choked down tears. You spend enough time crying eventually you to hide it, let it out it bursts, little moments of weakness as the new status … Continue reading

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Bodies

Dead men. Dozens of the them litter the street, eyes hollow like the blackened core of rotten trees. Some still twitch others, fester quietly in the wet chaos of the road, oblivious to the mounds of traffic racing past them … Continue reading

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Red Boar Jones: Enter Holly

He walks in and finds a seat in corner booth. He stretches his back working out a kink that has been following him since he woke up this morning. It’s dark, light enough to make out the silhouettes of the … Continue reading

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Night Watch

Being a night watchman isn’t exactly the barrel daring espionage-thwarting some of the more manic serials make it out to be. Ever since the treaty with the Straits a decade and a half ago, the job mainly comes down to … Continue reading

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Journey’s End

“Is there ever a point where, you know, you regret it? All the lives you didn’t live just sort of staring at you from behind that wall of possibilities. I can’t imagine even being able to face them. All those … Continue reading

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Flashback: The Day The Gods Left

Preamble (again): Some part of me enjoyed the embarrassment of revisiting old things. So I’m posting another one of the self-contained stories while Gaiman’s book rings in my soul and makes sharing these old, imperfect children seem harmless, almost fun. … Continue reading

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