It was noon when he woke. The curtains parted with a fury, sending in streams of sunlight that burned away at his eyelids. He groaned, rolling over to bury his head in his pillows but feeling nothing but the hardwood floor. The splintered wood poked at his cheeks, his fingers cracking around the dried paint …

Continue reading Daffodil Wine [1/??]

I still have the draft saved somewhere. This is a bit from the first chapter of a story long dead. RIP.   Professor Redwine had already arrived by the time the polished, gunmetal gates were locked and sealed and the screaming, human-sized bundle was being thrown about in the small rowboat. He hurled into the …

Continue reading Someone Will Die 1.

  I’m the type who almost never has ideas for stories. The fact that I’m able to write anything is a miracle but I think it’s fun to see all the little bits and pieces of what I’ve thought up before and see what it’s turned into. The Mortal Quandary is the only one I’m …

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