Flash Fiction: And the Shadows Danced

I wrote “And the Shadows Danced” a while ago, forgot about it, and found it again while sorting out some files. I would actually like to write another story in this world… And the Shadows Danced The fire dancers were preparing for the midsummer feast on the beach. Most were by now stripped to theirContinue reading “Flash Fiction: And the Shadows Danced”

Getting Back Into the Swing of Things

It actually feels great to be getting back into the swing of things, especially writing-wise. Though I can feel the remnants of the anaemia still, I am doing so much better. And writing at a proper pace again, which is — to say the least — awesome. The one thing I do like about warmerContinue reading “Getting Back Into the Swing of Things”

Flash Fiction: The whispers of forgotten phone calls

The whispers of forgotten phone calls made his skin crawl as he unloaded the last telephone box. He looked around the phone box graveyard. Many felt that some needed to be preserved. He pressed his hand against one of the boxes, remembering all the times he’d used them. His cell rang and he answered, climbingContinue reading “Flash Fiction: The whispers of forgotten phone calls”

Patreon Is Up and Running!

Well, at last I’ve updated the Patreon page! Both the summary and the tiers have been updated (although tiers still start at $1). Here is the summary in which I also show where The Knowledge Stones and Grove of Graves fit in. The summary of The Ruon Chronicles During the Achtarion War between the AirusContinue reading “Patreon Is Up and Running!”

Behind the Fiction: White Horses

If you missed the flash fiction story “White Horses” last week, you can read it below before I get to what happened behind the scenes while writing it. White Horses Lenie gazed at the waves and imagined Adriaan beside her. In one hand she grasped her hair, broken red strands caught on her wedding ring.Continue reading “Behind the Fiction: White Horses”

Flash Fiction: It Began With a Whisper

It began with a whisper. The dragons are coming. The leaves rustled it in their song when the hot winds blew from the south. The dragons are coming. It came to the minds of the magicians before the messengers had reached the cities. It clouded their mirrors of magic and dragon tails curled in theContinue reading “Flash Fiction: It Began With a Whisper”

Flash Fiction: White Horses

Lenie gazed at the waves and imagined Adriaan beside her. In one hand she grasped her hair, broken red strands caught on her wedding ring. In the other she clutched a gold locket her mother found after a tempest ripped apart a merchant ship. She wanted to believe in happy endings. Like her Adriaan whoContinue reading “Flash Fiction: White Horses”

Flash Fiction: The Statue

They put a statue of her on the island outside the city after she died, her likeness forever captured in bronze. At first the statue was kept polished by the people of the city who loved and remembered her. Soon, however, other articles fill the newspapers and the woman who sang the dragon to sleepContinue reading “Flash Fiction: The Statue”