Stretching Forth

Stretching Forth

After more than 40,000 words spread through 32 fiction posts, I’ve been able to compile a rough draft for what I hope will be my first published novella. Never one to embrace editing—I fully understand its utility and necessity, I just am not practiced or...
MotW: Epilogue

MotW: Epilogue

Tammy woke up under a full moon, on a gravel river bed, looking up at the stars. Turning her head, she saw a tall, black woman wearing a gold necklace, clad in an outdoorsy yet refined outfit. “Tami’it,” her sonorous voice rolled as if thunder across...
MotW: Conclusion

MotW: Conclusion

Roger, Jolene, and Tommy fell bodily into a weird, super-advanced, alien technology shop, far removed from the misty hellscape they left. “Oh god, we’re in the future,” Ismene instinctively. Her protective gear spilled off of her, leaving her naked,...
MotW: The Danse Macabre

MotW: The Danse Macabre

The demon Tyenx’s mouth split wide as his raucous, malformed laughter rolled across the hazy demon plane. Triggering poison that had laid dormant inside Tammy, Seth, and Ismene, the last lingering traces of hellwasp venom still in their systems came to life,...
MotW: Penultimate

MotW: Penultimate

Broken free from her stunned stupor by Ismene’s cries for help, Tammy roared with hate and spiritual pain and lunged at the white-clad demon that had tricked her into striking down one of her own. Ismene fell heavily to the mist-covered ground as the kopesh...
MotW: Showdown

MotW: Showdown

Not far away, standing in the waist-deep, ruddy fog which seemed to cover the world beyond the tall hatch, five figures chanted, extending their fingers to the sky. Beyond them a figure clad in white robes sat, as if observing the proceedings, ignorant of the...