So, a little introduction before the story. This is a continuation of a previous story, Iguana #2 (or was that a prequel to this?) Like most of my “series” this is more than okay to read on it’s own, but you can certainly check out the previous one.
I’ve been thinking a little bit on the story I set in motion with Iguana #2 and it seems like something ripe for a longer project. So, I’d like to ask everybody what they think. Not just of this story, but about the possibility of this kicking off a longer project? Perhaps this could be my NaNoWriMo story this year? Let me know. Story after the break. Continue reading
Wendigos. Why the hell did it have to be Wendigos? Of all the creatures that Tess had ever met, the Wendigo was the most fierce, the one that held the most fear in her heart. And there was the irony, she couldn’t act on any of that fear. Any trace of fear or sadness, and the damned thing would steal your soul. Happy thoughts, loving thoughts were the way to stun it, until the beast could be slashed down with a sword. They usually didn’t travel in groups, but she was lucky tonight. There had been three, all together. The first had transformed its elongated, emaciated body into a vision of her father, his white hair flowing down his back, orange eyes burning with ferocity. It even had the detail of the man’s armor down. It would have been convincing, if she didn’t already know that her father was at home, weeks away on horse, protecting the lands of Raili. Tess had taken him down easily, keeping him contained with memories of her father teaching her the art of his sword, of him taking her and her mother on picnics near the lake, of drifting off to sleep carried by the sound of his voice. The moment her father’s form was still, Tess lunged forward and thrust through thin skin and cracked through bone, destroying the heart of the beast. Or whatever it had in place of a heart. Continue reading
She was sitting outside of a cafe, waiting for him. The cafe sat right across the street from where he worked. She liked going to this cafe. It was a good one. Honestly, she didn’t even know he worked there when she first started coming here, but he did. She’d seen him a few times. Never approached him though, never had the courage. That would change today though. This time, she would walk right up to him in a way she never could before- Continue reading
It wasn’t the taste of apples and honey that was offensive. In fact, Piper quite liked the two together. Every once in a while, she would get that craving, and would find herself drizzling honey over a crisp apple… it always ended in regret. There were too many memories, too many emotions. How could one fruit turn a mercenary like Piper Lancaster into a sniveling ball of mush? If any of her enemies knew…well, the chances that Piper would continue to exist were slim. Continue reading
You heard it right everybody. We’re finally putting the Authors in Modern Authors and getting a second author here. I’ll probably still be the main one here, but it’ll be nice to have a fresh voice, don’t you think? Anyway, Elihowlett’s first post should be arriving before too long, so give it a read, yeah?
“Welcome everybody to the most significant event of the twenty-first century!”
It was like a dream.
“What we are about to do here, live, will forever change the course of human history!”
A bad dream. Continue reading
Here’s another flash fiction challenge from Chuck Wendig. You can find that here. This one was simple, it starts with a knock at the door. (So much possibility!) The story below is actually a continuation from a previous story. This one. It should still stand on it’s own though, so don’t feel you need to read the earlier one just to get this. Continue reading