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Category Archives: Stories
Stories I Tell
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Last night I awoke to a gentleman standing over the foot of my bed. Now, I’m not surprised that I slept through someone entering the house, making his way to the bedroom, and hovering over the foot of my bed … Continue reading →
Baby Changing Station
He was washing his hands when the stall door slowly creaked open. Nobody came out, which was odd, but he also noticed the plastic contraption affixed to the wall. It read “Baby Changing Station.” Suddenly he had a glorious idea. … Continue reading →
Vigilante
Josiah stood outside the convenience store, sucking on a Tootsie Pop while his trenchant flapped in the breeze. A desperate looking man headed toward the establishment door, eyes darting. Josiah deliberately kept his face forward and his eyes looking in … Continue reading →
Unnatural Slumber
The behemoth slowly raised his head, like a groggy boxer arising from an unexpected uppercut. The creature’s giant arms moved like a glacier on speed. He turned his unsteady head, wobbly as a newborn following the warm bottle you hold … Continue reading →
Hide & Seek
I ran as fast as I could through the dense jungle, my feet slipping and sliding over mossy roots. I was going so fast it didn’t matter; my feet only touched each surface for a split second. I didn’t have … Continue reading →
The Caves
(When all else fails, write some fiction…) The caves seemed to go on forever. As far as they could tell, the group had been heading roughly south for quite some time. That was the direction the cave system started in, … Continue reading →
Knight
Evil cannot stand up to a knight. I’ve seen them, coming into a town on business known only to them. There is a strange, otherworldly presence about a knight. There is a brilliance that exists even if his armor is … Continue reading →
After the Battle
Damien snuck down the basement stairs at midnight. The third step from the top had a loud squeak, but he was well aware of this and made sure to step on the very edge. It would be hard to explain … Continue reading →
Aftermath
Frendei stood in the rain again. The puddle ahead was too large to circumvent, so he sloshed through, uncaring of the wetness that seeped into his boots. Hobbly was a wreck and some of his new friends were dead. The … Continue reading →
Lothar Story – Finale
First Installment Second piece. Third piece. The dwarf, still soaked in beastman blood, charged in swinging. The startled creature just stared incoherently until F’lore’s axe hit it in the arm. Then the monster roared, though impossible to tell whether from … Continue reading →
A Little More Lothar
First Installment Second piece. Lothar walked out of Hobbly with a sword, a leather jacket, and something to prove, at least to himself. He walked down a dirt road beside a dwarf and two elves, but somehow the experience seemed … Continue reading →
Lothar, cont.
(For the first installment, see Lothar – Beginnings.) Something happens when you put a sword into a man’s hands. A man who’s looking to break the tedium of his life isn’t just going to say, “That could come in handy … Continue reading →
Lothar – Beginning
Lothar drove another replacement post into the ground behind Hobgoblin Wall. This section of the wall was named after the creatures that caused the wall to be built. Fifty years prior, the greenskins had attacked the town from out of … Continue reading →
Point of View
We sat around the kitchen table painting little metal miniatures. The screen door opened and closed, distracting me from work at hand. Host turned around and said “Hello.” He looked back to me to explain, “This is our friend, Mary,” … Continue reading →
Frendei’s Beginning
This is the whole version of the story I posted a couple snippets to. I know it doesn’t have so much of an ending as it does a beginning. F-, Tonight I need an item forgotten in a closet in … Continue reading →
Frendei’s Letter
F-, I need an item forgotten in a closet in the Grazlov estate in town. Guard dogs roam inside the gate. The sides of the house are less guarded than the front or back. I will have the rear window … Continue reading →
Frendei Start
Frendei was chilled to the bone. The Halfling stood in the pouring rain, trying hard to etch the details of the stone mansion in his mind. At his feet, rivulets of water wore hard at the muddy road. The job … Continue reading →
Gairloch, Beginning
Life underground was rough, with all the creatures that wanted to eat you. One never knew when a perfectly peaceful mining operation would turn into a fight for your life. Ambushes were easier to handle if you simply used one … Continue reading →
Merchant Troupe
The elephant lifted Maya up to the platform on its trunk. That alone was enough to capture the crowd’s attention. The seemingly docile behemoth took a couple steps back, swaying while moving. Her salvar pants ruffled in the slight breeze … Continue reading →
Gairloch, cont.
In his plate armor, carrying his maul, he looked pretty tough…for a gnome. He had heard about this land above. He wanted to look tough. He wanted to look menacing. He wanted people to skirt around him. He didn’t want … Continue reading →