Yep, I’ve finally headed off to the literary mines for good. Work has begun on The Tower of the Consumed! (Working title, of course.)
Prologue (Tower of the Consumed)
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Fantasy
IT’S OUT! (Hectorium Infinium)
Yes, the rumors are true.
After two years of writing (mixed with procrastinating), I have finally finished the story of Hector and his friends with what I believe to be a very satisfying conclusion!
Will I release the final chapter on this website?
Read more to find out!
The Green Beighn: Part 5
The Urickh Town Sheriff had been alerted of the outlawed woman, and was on the lookout for her, knowing she would probably show up in his town. In fact, the sheriff was waiting by the edge of the woods when the woman herself reached Urickh. She stepped out of the...
The Chronicles of Eldon: Before
For King Alaric III of the Realms of Vaste- King Alaric the Ruthless- life is an enemy to be slain, and other men are pawns to be ruled. But when a mysterious visitor appears demanding a long-forgotten reckoning, Alaric is forced to try and defeat death itself. A battle ensues- not merely one of steel against steel, but one of secrets concealed and memories long buried.
The Green Beighn: Part 4
Pete Snard was a personable young man, friendly even while The Green Bean, a week after the night at the inn, delivered him to the Tinytown dungeons. Pete was very kind to Lyman. He never complained of the uncomfortable bindings securing his hands, or the bumpy,...
The Green Beighn: Part 3
Far away, in the neighboring kingdom of Wigginsvin, a woman was in a building. She was only thirty years old. She was still young, pretty, and timid. She backed away from the glaring, tall soldier, and bit her lip. “Please, sir, I didn’t do nothing. I-I was only...
The Green Beighn: Part 2
In truth, all the bounty hunter had wanted was the poster, but, in his frustration at the pure stupidity of everyone in general, he had gotten sidetracked and smashed the door, and the table, and the cashier, and the painting, and all the rest. He had had a hard day....
The Green Beighn: Part 1
The rickety sign creaked as it swung in the autumn gust. Russet leaves fluttered through the air, telling of the colder months soon to come. The faded letters on the sign drooped in an odd way, so that even the jolly-sounding words 'The Measly Onion' looked rather old...
Short Story
Here is a short story I wrote for school: The raccoon ran down a back alley, pursuing the opossum ahead of him. It swerved and darted down another alley branching to the side. By the time the raccoon reached the alley, the opossum was gone, leaving no trace but the...