Humaling
This is how the world ends with embers on the horizon that used to be office towers… For WordHighJuly Continue reading Humaling
This is how the world ends with embers on the horizon that used to be office towers… For WordHighJuly Continue reading Humaling
And she spun, dancing to time and its music, moving to a rhythm that flowed through an age…
For WordHighJuly Continue reading Indak
I slammed the wrench into the cylindrical author of my doom…
For WordHighJuly Continue reading Detective Pagasmo
Very short story inspired by @poetrybydamon’s tweeted verse and WordHighJuly. Continue reading Silakbo/Fireproof
Short story in response to Sea Words’ query: if were cast as shadows in the sun, what puppet would you be… For WordHighJuly Continue reading Muni-Muni the Shadows on the Sun
A cruel enchantment burned across my skin. Yes I’m a vane peacock but don’t you think causing me to sprout feathers is a little much? For WordHighJuly Continue reading Peacock’s Bughaws
Silence lay like a prelude to the storm gathering offshore…
For WordHighJuly Continue reading Sketching Kalinaw
She inhaled fire, breathed it in deep, taking its heat into herself and making it hers…
For WordHighJuly Continue reading Tinatangi, the Chaos Bringer
He cupped the world in his starry hands and breathed life on to it… Continue reading The Ultimate Timpi
She watched the carnival of souls parade past wearing ghostly masks… Continue reading Kilig
On gossamer wings she ascends dropping pennies in the lane… Continue reading Penny
She vanished into a moonbeam leaving him to face the angry foreman for her crime… Continue reading His Regret
Legend of the Woman Scorned (& her redemption): a very short story in tweets written with @Anniescribes Continue reading The Woman Scorned
Death of a King & Drigorem’s Curse (A revised version of this story appears in Chasing Dragons, book 11 of the Curse Breaker series.) Blood pooled, weeping from a gash in his chest and soaking into Drigorem’s clothes. He shivered. The chill stone sucked up his warmth. Boots thudded on stone. Screams and bellows competed with the metal on metal clang of a fight. How had it come to this vile betrayal, this victory via wicked trickery? Lady Shayari stood in her alcove, her marble face catching the light falling through the slit window. She held her torch topped with … Continue reading Tales of Shayari: Death of a King