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July 03, 2025
Poetry Markus J

The Days Of Future Dreams

the days of future dreams the flames once rose high thinking our lives would end up supreme thinking our future seemed a far of dream but in the end nothing is what it seems many times the winds of changed has blown this way one minute we`re lapping the cream…
July 03, 2025
General Stories L Christopher Hennessy

Bad Girl

Part 1I lost the entire manuscript when I assassinated my laptop with sauvignon blanc as I rubbed the lower back of a woman who dozed drunk on my bed, sweating. She was crazed, somewhere between screaming and lying about the orgasm. Bree was a miracle to me,…
July 03, 2025
Horror Stories Nelly Shulman

Black Is Our Colour

“I swear she could have been you. Look! This girl is your long-lost twin.” Fi nudged me, and I smiled. “Never had or wanted one.” I stood up. “Let’s go, or the bargain hunters will clear the shelves before us.” We dived into the vintage emporium across the…
July 03, 2025
Poetry Markus J

The Transformation

"I need a brake" words that twisted my heart- shattering the dream that we would never part. I asked myself 'what ever did I do wrong? sad, gloominess could`ve easily been my song. I wouldn't let the anger and misery grow or cultivate- uprising feelings I…
July 03, 2025
Flash Fiction Benoit

Jae

It was Jae’s birthday today. She turned eight. What a beautiful sunny girl! Hyo planned a surprise or two; Li, his wife, did too. Birthday cake, a puppy and … Don’t forget, they grinned just before he drove off. Traffic was intense. A long call came from…
July 03, 2025
General Stories Matias Travieso-Diaz

Fear

Leandro stood outside the Kroger, leaning forward as he shivered in the early March dawn. He hated this moment: the cold, the fatigue, the feeling of helplessness, the anticipation of another day ahead at his degrading job picking collard leaves under the…
July 03, 2025
Horror Stories Mihko Askiweno

Found You

Panic gripped her as she staggered up the steep, rocky incline, breath coming in jagged, shallow gasps. Sweat streamed down her face in torrents, her hair clinging to her forehead and cheeks in disheveled clumps. Her legs trembled with exhaustion, molten fire…
July 03, 2025
Poetry Markus J

Lost On The Path

But alas; sometimes I think we've lost our way- too many strayed opinions...one too many a survey. Walking on the road ahead, just following the herd of sheep- with a hypnotised mind, wide awake yet very fast asleep. While yelling...join the team of the…
July 03, 2025
Flash Fiction Benoit

The Brothers

Juan and Pascal were shipped to distant relatives on Delvina’s periodic hospitalisations. For smoking and breathing difficulties. She had been warned but could not stop. They did not understand the illness or the connection. Pascal stayed with cousins who…
June 04, 2025
General Stories Dylan James Harper

The Bylaws Of The Revolutionary Council

A loud clang rang through the bunker as the door slammed shut. “I really think we have a chance to win this thing!” Greg’s voice echoed throughout the cold walls. The three other inhabitants of the bunker, Jeff, Ben, and Malcolm, all sat around a table…
June 04, 2025
General Stories Michael Barlett

Resurrection

The man lay there in extremis, no longer thinking of cool abstracts like ‘catching the last train for the coast.’ He gulped great rasping breaths – holding them impossibly long – before finally exhaling in a shuttering burst of putrid air. He had been…
June 04, 2025
Flash Fiction Benoit

Time Warp

Nothing was in order, nothing optimal. Germany was awash with refugees and adventurers. Only Angie could hold it together; but then she opened the gates! Who knows why? Other politicians were dinosaurs in the museum. Integration was the solution, was it? That…

Inquisitor Gregor Ezekyle Kern watched his two burly escorts drag the soulless heathen kicking and screaming from her disgusting hovel. Kern leafed through the Latin-inscribed book in his hands and stopped on the cleansing scripture, a simple verse all inquisitors use when cleansing the world of filth.

The two men forced the witch onto her knees in front of Kern. Tears streamed down her face. “Please. I’ve done nothing wrong. Mercy, sir. I beg you. Mercy.”

Kern smiled. He liked it when these soulless devil worshipers begged for their worthless lives. “You have been found guilty of witchcraft. A crime of the highest degree, punishable only by d---”

A man cleared his throat behind Kern.

Kern turned around. A man wearing a grey highwayman’s jacket stood before him, head hung low, face hidden below a traveler’s hat. A leather messenger bag dangled next to a rapier on his hip. Two flintlock pistols were strapped to his chest. Kern raised an eyebrow and glanced over his shoulder at his escorts. They looked at each other and shrugged. Why did he even bother with these two idiots?

Before Kern could speak, the man held up an envelope. “Inquisitor Kern? Message from the Grand Master himself.”  The messenger walked towards Kern, envelope extended.

“The Grand Master?” Kern snatched the envelope from the messenger’s hand and shooed him away. What did that old bag want now?

Inside was a folded piece of paper. Kern slid it out of the envelope and into his palm. A hand-sketched, beautiful woman stared back at him. Kern rubbed his chin. A single picture? What good was that?

Kern looked in the envelope again. Maybe he missed a note with some kind of instructions. The Grand Master never gave him a contract without information before. Then again, he never gave him a new contract before the old one was complete either.

“The bitch bit me.” Yelled one of Kern’s men.

Kern snapped his head towards the commotion. The brute jerked his hand away from the witch. The other man punched her in the jaw and she dropped to the ground. He scooped up a fist-sized rock.  “This’ll teach her.”

Boom!

Boom!

Kern leapt at the gunshots. Both his escorts collapsed to the ground. The witch jumped to her feet and bolted for the forest. Kern spun around. The messenger held two smoking flintlock pistols. He tossed them aside and drew his rapier.

“Draw your sword, old man.” The messenger pointed to Kern’s rapier with the point of his sword.

Kern stared at the messenger. An intense rage burned in his eyes, something Kern knew all too well. This boy wanted revenge. Kern stepped back, gently placed the book on a clean patch of grass, and slid his rapier from its sheath. Who did he kill now?

Kern raised his rapier. The highwayman did the same. The messenger performed a beat. Kern parried it and followed up with a riposte.  He lunged at the messenger, but was deflected.

“You have good form. Who might you be, lad?”  Kern slashed.

The messenger ignored him and deflected. He lunged, pushing Kern back. Kern stumbled over one of his dead escort’s leg, but recovered just in time to block another lunge. Kern sidestepped and slashed out.  He scored a hit.

“Ha, a noble by chance?” Kern twisted his rapier playfully.

The messenger stepped back and pressed his palm to his wounded shoulder. He stared at the blood on his hand like he couldn’t believe the greatest swordsman alive had just wounded him. Kern seized the opportunity. He slashed and lunged. His rapier clanged off the messenger’s with every stroke.

The two men separated. Kern took a deep breath. It had been a long time since someone proved himself to be a worthy foe. “Who are you, truly? I must know.”

“You don’t know who I am, but you might remember my wife.”  He glanced at the mud-stained picture on the ground.

Kern followed his gaze, “I do not.” But in truth, she did look strangely familiar.

“You burned her at the stake.”  The messenger blocked another lunge.

“I’ve had many heretics burned at the stake.”  The messenger brought his sword down at an arc and it’s tip smashed into the mud. The messenger pulled on the blade, but it was stuck.

Kern smiled. Perfect. He slashed the messenger’s back from shoulder to buttocks. The messenger slumped to his knees. He furrowed his eyebrows. His mouth moved, but only silent mutterings came out. He stared at his stuck blade wobbling back and forth in the mud.

Kern stepped around his wounded adversary. He placed the sword under the messenger’s chin and forced his head up so that he was looking Kern in the eyes.

“You truly were a worthy foe, but alas this quest for revenge must come to an end. If I killed your wife, it was because she deserved it.”  Kern cracked a smile.  “You can join your devil’s whore... in Hell.”

The messenger grabbed Kern’s blade with his bare hand.  Blood trickled from his steel grip. Kern chuckled at the man’s futile last effort to fight him. He ripped the blade from the messenger’s hand, slicing off three fingers with it.

The messenger screamed, but only for a second. He lost a lot of blood and didn’t have much strength left in him now. His eyes began to droop, along with his head. Kern nudged the man’s chest with his boot and his lifeless body collapsed in the mud.

Kern looked from the dead messenger to his dead escorts and sighed. What a waste of perfectly good, albeit stupid, hired help. That’s when he spotted witch’s tracks in the mud forming a line straight towards the forest.

Kern slid his rapier into its sheath and retrieved his book. He walked toward the forest. He made sure to smash the woman’s picture into the mud with his boot as he did.

 

 

Bio:John Rolf is a part-time anthropologist and a full-time aspiring novelist. He is currently putting the final touches on his dark fantasy, science fiction novel, A Shot in the Dark, which tells the brutal story of a Delta Force Team sent to Afghanistan to prevent a fanatical sorcerer from resurrecting a demon prince that could trigger an ancient doomsday prophecy. John writes book reviews in his spare time on his website theordoliterati.com.

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