Category: Short Stories

  • Finding Gratitude, Part 23

    The wyvern was there. And it knew we were, too. Legends about dragons are just that, legends. Nobody seems to have actually seen one. Or if they have, they’re not talking. So everyone has their own opinion about what a dragon looks like. Scaled monstrosities, little lizards, or shape changers that can do anything. A total mystery, with only one consensus. A raging dragon is big. If this wyvern was a little cousin, I would […]

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  • Finding Gratitude, Part 22

    The Green Witch             There is something that has to be understood about superhero approaches. The entrance is completely understood. It has to be fantastically unexpected. The hero bursts into the scene from somewhere no one could possibly have come from. There is a witty retort, the villain has to hiss in the knowledge that defeat is inevitable, and the battle commences. That part is easy. But this approach always makes studying to be a […]

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  • Finding Gratitude, Part 21

    Sela looked at Lana, and considered letting her die. It made sense. Lana had her uses, but was ultimately replaceable. And just proving to Gianna how little she cared, that could be well worth it. But still…Lana was her friend. That was supposed to mean something. It was simple enough to slash her bonds with Sir Violet. In seconds she was free. A dash, and the blade was pressed against the mayor’s throat. The guards […]

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  • Finding Gratitude, Part 20

    “Gratitude is corrupt. I know it, you know it. The fish in the harbor know it. We are filled with scum, radioactive beasts, and lawyers. It is a wonder some passing God hasn’t taken pity on the planet and just obliterated this city down to dust. “But with that corruption, there comes great profit.” The mayor looked to one of the tapestries. A map of Gratitude and the surrounding areas, it weaved in new roads […]

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  • Finding Gratitude, Part 19

    Lady Violet Sela woke up strapped to a chair. Her eyes flickered open. The leather around her wrists and ankles was tight, barely allowing blood to flow. Any attempt to escape them was going to require losing the use of an arm for a long time. Too long if she wanted to escape. Instead, she inspected herself. Down to her underclothes, smart. Easier to bind her up without all the folds of her loose clothing, […]

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  • Finding Gratitude, Part 18

    Darkling             There were others. Freaks, monsters, abominations to sight and mind. Other people like her! Lana flew up to the sky. Past the tall buildings of stone and wood. Yesterday she had tried to hide in fear. She had to hide, had to run at any sight of anyone who could see her too. Anyone who wasn’t Mel or Sela was going to hate her, hurt her, maybe even kill her. But no! That […]

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