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July 28, 2018
Mystery Stories Roger Ley

The Wheel Fiddle

The melody drifted across the garden as she was picking fruit to make a summer pudding. She put down her basket, wiped the sweat from her forehead and walked around to the front of the cottage. The man stood waiting at her garden gate, he raised his cap. He…
July 28, 2018
Flash Fiction Rekha Viswanathan

Pills and Capsules

I wake up to a crisp, clear and sunny morning. The fresh coffee smell beside my bed tempts me. One long sip of the coffee and my senses kick in! I have a long day ahead. At least that's what the papers at the foot of my bed say. Glancing at the paper I see…
July 28, 2018
Crime Stories Stephen A Murray

Russia,Russia,Russia.

There existed in Russia a small group of intelligence operatives left over from the KGB. They are known as Sputniks. From Wikipedia: "Sputnik was the first artificial Earth satellite. The Soviet Union launched it into an elliptical low Earth orbit on October…
July 28, 2018
General Stories Paul Anobile

A Portrait of Slam Bang City

I was hired to paint the portrait of a billionaire who founded a small city twenty years ago in a ghost town he purchased in Arizona. Danny O’Keefe, professional wrestling promoter and executive, convinced a number of investors to build a fourteen-thousand…
July 28, 2018
Science Fiction Stories Majoki

The Deadest Generation

Sergeant Taylor always checked us thoroughly before sending us in: regulation uniform, backpacks, anti-ballistic helmets, Kevlar vests, and, of course, your gun. You couldn’t go anywhere in this place and be safe without your gun. Sergeant Taylor was strict…
July 28, 2018
General Stories J.B.Stevens

Dead Camel

The improvised explosive popped off to the convoy’s left. The armored black Suburban Neil drove muffled the sound to a dull thud. The blast seemed smaller than normal. “Anyone hurt?” the medic, Luiz, called across the radio. The team members, in four matching…
July 28, 2018
Romance Stories Jerry Hogan

He'll Ask Me To Dance Again

Jay I’m Jay, and I have never been to the My Time Dance Studio before tonight. As I entered, the interior projected a garish 1930s Art Deco motif. Greenish, glow-in-the-dark, semilucent plastic tubing wrapped around the hand railings separating one sitting…
July 28, 2018
General Stories Jim Bartlett

The Comebacker

Cornstalk stretches forward, the look almost as if he’s about to fall headfirst off the mound, saved only by the slapping of his left hand to his knee. He locks eyes with his catcher, then lets his gaze wander down just below his glove for the sign. Uncle…
July 28, 2018
Crime Stories Susan C. Nigra

Never Kill The Author

Oh My God! What’s happening? This has never happened before. I am cornered, trapped, boxed in with no safe way out. There has always been a way out before, miraculous last minute saves. I think back to how I got here and I remember I was assigned this case as…
July 28, 2018
Crime Stories Thomas Schmidt

The Streets of Camden

Saturday night was cold and wet. Mike Joseph walked cautiously down Norris Street on his way to the Whitman Park Field, a large green space inside the depressed neighborhood. Propositioned twice by street walkers, he kept moving while shifting his head from…
July 13, 2018
Mystery Stories Rekha Viswanathan

The Enchanted Woods

The boys are on a trip. A trip into the woods. Accompanied by their family they trudge along a narrow path, a route that had obviously been traced by human footsteps, a trail that had been trodden many a time. They walk cautiously, startled by the snap of a…
July 13, 2018
Flash Fiction Carl Perrin

What Could go Wrong

If you plan every detail carefully, nothing can go wrong. I believed that when I was a teenager. Like the time Billy Long and I decided to make our own beer. Once in a while we used to steal a couple of Billy’s father’s beers, but we were always afraid we…

 

 

16th Day of Regon, Year 455 of the First Dawn

I could feel the cold as we climbed higher, the chill reaching into my bones. The wind whispered across the grassland, flapping my black hair over my face. I wanted to lie down. I wanted to sleep. I wanted to dream. But I couldn’t. Not with the King’s Guard after me. I was going to have to push on…

19th Day of Regon, Year 455 of the First Dawn

The sky was clear, but the air was no less cold. I had never ventured so far north before. If I weren’t in such a hurry to get out I would have nicked warmer clothes.

Some old lady gave me a little bit of food today. She asked for nothing in return, but I gave her some gold anyway. I had too much. Even now it wore me down.

Her eyes glazed over when I asked her where are husband was, and her smile seemed to curdle like sour milk. “Off to war,” she said. That was all I needed to know. I finished the stew and took my leave. I just hope she didn’t see the rune carved into my palm. The last thing I need is for an old woman to be boasting about how she had a mage in her very kitchen, eating out of her bowl. Gods, if I do that again I’ll get caught for sure.

26th Day of Regon, Year 455 of the First Dawn

I came across a town today. Despite the cold wind half of the huts were ablaze. I could see it for miles. My guess was that it was just another unfortunate town caught up in the war. I’ve seen it all before. But I’ll never get those screams out of my head. The sounds of the dying. Burning, burning, burning….

2nd Day of Farreach, Year 455 of the First Dawn

My mare died today. She fell on a slippery rock, grazing her skin and twisting her ankle. Hours later I could still hear her dying screams as they bounced around in my head. Even after the stain of hot blood was gone from my hands her suffering refused to leave my head. Maybe that’s a good thing. I don’t know. All I know is that I’m on my own now.

8th Day of Farreach, Year 455 of the First Dawn

The snow covered the grasslands and hills like a white blanket. An icy, cold blanket. I don’t know how much longer I can do this. I tried to make a fire, but I couldn’t find a single piece of dry wood. My boots are soaked, and it won’t be long before my clothes are so wet I won’t be able to wear them. Godsdammit, why didn’t I bring more clothes?

9th Day of Farreach, Year 455 of the First Dawn

The wolves came out of nowhere. I was trudging through the thick, white mush when I heard an ominous growl behind me. Next thing I knew I was surrounded by the ugly bastards. I was too tired to use magic, so my steel sword came to my aid once again. The first wolf leaped at me, filthy claws stretched out to tear my throat apart. But I cleaved him in half right in the middle of the air like a hot knife through butter.

His brethren refused to retreat. I was fine with that. My sword shimmered in the dying light, bathing in wolf’s blood as they died, died, died.

By the time I was finished at least a dozen corpses surrounded me, their blood soaking into the snow. There was my dinner. If I told myself that if I couldn’t make a fire I wouldn’t eat. Mages were forbidden to eat raw meat. But my stomach and mouth betrayed me. Gods forgive me. If anyone else is reading this, forgive me as well….

15th Day of Farreach, Year 455 of the First Dawn

It was the first town I’d seen in almost a month. According to the map it was Luven. I don’t know where I am anymore. All I knew that was I was tired. And hungry. Tired…so tired.

I gave them my coin and collapsed on the bed. It was hard and the feathers were mouldy, but I slept soundly anyway. Too soundly, for when I awoke all my possessions were gone. I’m just thankful they couldn’t find my sword that I had hidden under the bed.

Now I’m starving and I don’t have a single coin to my name.

16th Day of Farreach, Year 455 of the First Dawn

I found the thieves. It wasn’t as hard as I thought it would have been. It just took a few questions and me threatening to castrate an innkeeper to get my answer.

They were holed up at The Ragged Tavern, drinking away from cups of fine wine with whores on their laps.

To my credit I gave them a few seconds to give my possessions back, and a few more seconds to allow the whores to get out of harm’s way. It was a brisk but bloody fight, leaving three of the five thieves dead and the other two with severed limbs, shuddering in their own pool of blood. One of them was desperately trying to shove his entrails back into a gaping hole in his stomach, quietly crying for his mother. After taking back my possessions I left. Too late I noticed my clothes were stained with blood.

19th Day of Farreach, Year 455 of the First Dawn

I came to Riverend, looking for a place to sleep and eat. Before I took one step in the town bounty hunters were at the ready. Apparently I have a price on my head that is double the usual bounty rate for mages. I casted poison and summoned a spectral wolf to tear them apart. In the confusion I escaped. I wonder how long this can go on for…

25th Day of Farreach, Year 455 of the First Dawn

There’s nothing around me but a frozen wasteland. Gods, does it ever end? I had a sudden urge to head south, but that would be foolish. I have to head to Markrim in the northwest where mages are welcomed. I just hope I can make it…..

3rd Day of Cray, Year 455 of the First Dawn

I didn’t think it would be possible to get any colder. But it did. Now entire lakes are frozen and my piss freezes halfway in the air. I’m just thankful that I have my clothes. I’d be dead without them….

7th Day of Cray, Year 455 of the First Dawn

Just when I wanted to give up I found a cave. A warm cave. It was occupied by an angry bear, but that bear is now being roasted over a spit. Just the smell makes my stomach growl…

14th Day of Cray, Year 455 of the First Dawn

I’m nearly there. Markrim is a mere few days away. As I bought some supplies from a miserable looking innkeeper I asked him why the inn was empty. He just laughed. “Only the mad venture this far north,” he said. I guess he was right.

19th Day of Cray, Year 455 of the First Dawn

I can see Markrim in the distance, coated in a white blanket of snow and ice. My feet were almost stuck fast in the ice, and it’s a miracle I could take one more step. I can’t bring myself to leave the tiny fire I made, but I have to get there. The snow is smothering the flames as I pen these words. It’s cold. So, so, so cold…

End

I'm a university student with far too much time on my hands, residing in Sydney, Australia. Between university lectures and numerous lunch breaks, I'm reading far too many books or writing my own short stories that cover the genres of fantasy, science-fiction, horror and steampunk. Some of these stories have been published in Tharunka, Blitz and Author's Promoter, where I came first in a short story competition. I hope to one day become a published author and die with a computer keyboard in my hands.

 

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