Smoke

The pouch was simple leather, rough and untreated. It served the purpose of keeping the dried leaves within safe from the moist winter air. Her glass bowl sat in the middle of the round table. Other than the bowl the table was bare. The shallow bowl itself was unadorned. Ash filled the bottom and the … More Smoke

The Agent

He sat in in the middle of his room on the only chair he owned. The lights were off. The second hand of the clock on the wall ticked away the moments. He breached in and out at a rhythm out of sync with the clock. Ghosts of outside light flickered on the wall. In … More The Agent

Lucius Hemmet

(I’ve been looking through computer files of other stories I haven’t shared and found this. It was a write-up for a Dungeons and Dragons character I played that was a royal librarian/assassin and I always liked this little tale. I even managed to steal a few lines from Shakespeare. 10 points if you can spot … More Lucius Hemmet

Sengoku Tales, 3

The Scavengers Darkness brought scavengers of all kinds to the field of battle. The casteless had already been paid to take away the bodies, but as usual after battles there was more bodies than pay allowed so many were left to rot. The buzzards were the first to approach. Slow and large, they feasted on … More Sengoku Tales, 3

Snow

“Granddad, where does the snow come from?” Yon was seven and curious in the way that only seven year-olds can be. His grandfather was old enough for his beard to reach his belt and to Yon that meant he was wise. Maybe the wisest. Around them the snow gushed, swarmed and danced around them as … More Snow

One Night

The night air is cool. The hairs on her neck stand up. Her heels click unevenly on the brick sidewalk. The wind carries her scent, a mixture of perfume, sweat and drink. He smells it. He can taste it. He follows the scent. Her phone rings. She answers. Her voice laughs out. She steadies herself … More One Night