“What does it mean to be a worldsmith?” The little girl stood in a dark chamber, wide-eyed with admiration. A tall figure stood before her, silhouetted against the faint light, cast by an old lamp. She leaned over a book, watching the maelstrom that swirled below the chamber. Hints of images and shapes flickered in… Continue reading Crucible of Worlds
Category: Short pieces
I saw her for the first time through the window of a seedy tavern of a port town I’d never heard of… a little girl with a strange trinket around her neck. She stood idly by an abandoned building and appeared, to my inebriated mind, to be staring straight at me. My curiosity had been… Continue reading Repository Nihil
What casts this shadow?
The stiff winter wind, the rancid smell of the woods, the meager light of a crescent moon. The labored breath of a shadow. It had been close, this time. She had barely made it in time. Now, she leaned against a tree, exhausted. Chaos and confusion could be heard in the distant town, where little… Continue reading What casts this shadow?
To Define Revenge
As a train rushed past the abandoned garden, a smile tugged at my lips. It had not changed at all since the day I’d found it. The little ramshackle ruin, with its overgrown lawns, musty gazebo and incomplete fence held a special place in my heart. It was here that my life had changed. It… Continue reading To Define Revenge