Works of Fiction
Creating characters, settings, or even whole worlds is a long-time joy of mine, one where I get to flex my creative muscles and try to encourage others to do the same. While my blog in general deals with all number of topics, here’s a curated list of all of my works of fiction – content inspired from other works, games I’ve played, or spun out of whole cloth.
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Currently I have two long-running story arcs going: the Lavis Chronicles which explores a civilization’s first steps onto the galactic stage, and Covert Ops about two American operatives fighting a Bolivian drug cartel. I hope you enjoy!
Covert Ops: Operation Kingslayer
We're rarely given much of a heads-up before the call to mobilize comes through, generally only enough time to grab a cup of crappy barracks coffee and make our way to the conference hall. This time though, we were pointed toward the comms tent instead, where all the...
Covert Ops: Faith
I think by this point my team must be some of the most-cursed folks on the planet. In every country on every continent we go to, we've been threatened with eternal punishment, divine condemnation, ill fortune, dark omens, medical malady, and familial trauma, including...
Covert Ops: Radio Free Bolivia
As my team works its way through the mountainous jungle, chopping the Santa Blanco cartel's operations off at the knees and giving the Unidad military a pair of black eyes, there are eternally two distinct voices in our ears: Karen Bowman, the CIA spook who acts as...
Covert Ops: Flying Friendly Skies
The cartel is a large, multi-headed beast, and it takes serious logistics to keep from collapsing under its own weight and petty grievances of the egoists who usually thrive in such an organization. Its founders understood the need to establish control—and...
Covert Ops: Ghosts
The operations may be different, but the targets all react the same. Confusion sets in when they can't raise colleagues on the radio, then they break formation to figure out what's going on. Then the screaming starts when the first body is discovered, providing...
The Worst Hangover I can’t Remember
Awareness slowly bubbles to the surface like air escaping from ice at the bottom of a stiff bourbon, languid and uncertain. Pain hits me, a harsh overhead light stabbing me in the eyes—calloused fingers rub at my temples but there's no relief. It's a pain I recognize,...
