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!
Night Sweats
The sound of a heavy revolver being cocked snapped Carl from his fitful dreams, eyes frantically searching for the weapon, only to find it in his own shaking hand. His head and the firearm dropped back to the bed as one, and he spent long minutes trying to control his...
Of Parents and Heroes
Once, the People stood beneath the radiant gaze of Bright Eyes, and alone felt her warmth. She was our lover, a mother to all the creatures of the world, and the beloved lady of the People. Her eye was that of kindness, of protection, of truth. Her mate, the Pale Eye,...
The Fine Print
“How droll,” she thought, watching two men savagely beat one another before a large crowd of onlookers. She would have preferred her coup to happen behind closed doors, but tradition was important to vampires and so all challenges for the throne had to be resolved in...
Percussive Maintenance
A heavily-accented, deep voice commanded “go away. Go away and never come back to the Caribbean.” One of his men forced her into the waiting plane as she kicked, screamed, and cried. Her eyes snapped open, a hot sheen of sweat at odds with the too-cold air pumped in...
“It would have Worked”
"Guys, something's wrong with Casper," the mechanic called out to the rest of his crew, worry tinging his normally gruff voice. He understood mechanical systems—pistons, pumps, and the like—no matter how ubiquitous cyberspace had become, it wasn't his area of...
Purgatoria
Father Thomas was well-respected in the small farming village, where for more than thirty years he lead weekly religious sermons, managed seasonal festivals, and oversaw important celebrations. Truly no child had been born during his tenure that he himself did not...
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