The Statue
The statue stood alone in a clearing, its granite face was cracked and its stone sword was now covered in grime. If one looked at it, one would gain the impression that it had...
Category: Fantasy Short Stories
The Raven and the Fox
There was a dash of deep orange, almost red, which exited a burrow tucked beneath the roots of a tall ash tree. Dark front legs pawed against the grass. The fox was anxious. Her...
As I Wander Endless Halls
It is astonishing how easily people can get used to new routines and new circumstances. Once, I assume, I was alive. And yet, I am perfectly content in death. It has its downsides, to...
A Scar Upon the Earth – A Short Story
Julia lived in a rural town in the mountains. It was unassuming enough, small, quaint, and it didn’t receive many visitors. That was how the locals liked it. They didn’t want an influx of...
Facade
The girl walked up to the small stone cottage. It was small and pretty, picturesque. Yet, as she approached it there was a buzzing in the back of her mind like a swarm of...
The Useful and the Obsolete
Adeon stood near his new master, joy evident in his smile. He would be trained as a magician and been told he could be a great someday. Adeon smiled, standing next to the man...
The Fame, The Magic
Sometimes it’s hard being in the public eye. Oh, there are benefits. I’ve used my social standing on more than one occasion. It is surprising how many establishments let the rich or the famous...
A King Apart
Rushi was forced to flee her home at a young age. Though many years have passed she still longs for the home that she lost. She will go to any lengths to go back to what she percives to be the happiest time in her life, even confront the all powerful wizard king.
The Ivory Tower
On the first day, Jada walked into the Ivory Tower with a slightly dreamy expression. She was not paying attention to where she was or what she was doing. When she looked around, she saw a large circular room, immaculate, just like herself. It was furnished modestly with a desk stacked high with scrolls, and a table covered in strange mechanical devices. Jada walked to a large circular window that overlooked the city and paused before turning to sit at the desk. She leafed through the mountain of scrolls with a sigh. Her blue eyes shone like forgotten pools, staring off into the distance, unseeing. A strand of hair fell over her dark face, which would make it hard for her to read had she been paying attention.