“What We Buried” by J.A. Prentice. How can Ash save his father's dwarven friends when he can't even cast a basic spell?
My new story, "Godmaker," has been published on Beneath Ceaseless Skies! This means not only is the story available from a great publication, but there is a podcast reading available, performed by Michael J. DeLuca!
Read it now on Hyphen-Punk!
I knew a painter once, when I was mad and they shut me in that dreadful place, full of screams and grey walls. I call him a painter. He was a murderer as well, of course...
Many years ago she sealed herself away, leaving only one small window through which she whispers to her faithful...
Having been miserably incompetent in any sort of writing achievement for about a year, I was in need of some sort of plan to try and make up for lost time. Working on a longform story is fun, but I'm at that point where I want to market my stories to places, and generally it's... Continue Reading →
There is a grey door in the castle. Nobody asks what is behind it. Sometimes, sleepers in their cold rooms, shivering in the winter wind, wake up with sweat beading upon their foreheads. They've dreamed of Her, the woman behind the grey door: old and young, beautiful and horrifying, weaving a robe from cobwebs and... Continue Reading →
Orange light splits the evening sky, dancing through the shadows of dark clouds.The sun is falling, drawn gradually down beneath the horizon. He stands upon a high hill, watching it all: the waters sparkling with soft orange, the black silhouettes of the trees, the sky glowing like a world on fire. You have until sunset.... Continue Reading →
Black clouds spread over rippling seas, over rolling hills of lively green, over ice-capped mountains tall and proud, seeking to cover the earth in a choking shroud. At their heart, the black dragon reeled to full, terrible height. He was a creature of endless midnight, come from the dark places beyond the earth, his eyes... Continue Reading →