Tushy kept fingering the broken obsidian, like the tongue that keeps feeling around a cavity. She didn’t know what was actually bothering her about it, but it was certainly something. She had noticed a deep change in her perception when she finally reapt her first one. Things were… sharper around Read more…
There was a clang of metal on metal, and a grunt. She didn’t dare open her eyes. She heard a scuffle, and then opened her right eye. Peter had blocked the attack and pushed his governor to the side. “Stop it, please.” “This vile elf wants us to die in Read more…
Michalina had lots of fun that night. Both the human men had her, though she focused her affections more towards Peter, whom she liked best. But the governor was good-looking too, once he drank some booze and stopped whining. “Stop breathing so hard, you’ll use up all the oxygen in Read more…
The moment was ruined, but their mood was not. “Peter! Get me out of here,” Aristides wailed. “The cute elven girl said that it’s impossible,” he said flatly. “What does she know? Look at her, she’s all drunk. And so are you, actually,” Aristides complained, pointing from one to the Read more…
Michalina went, ‘Uhh… Um…” for three ridiculously long seconds, facing the intruders. And then she tapped the hilt of the protector blade and the shield went up. It was a physical, well not actually physical but it certainly was there, adamantine barrier, that bent the torch and the moonlight into Read more…
Tushy was a lousy Reaper, to be honest. She knew that, all the Reapers knew that, heck, probably even the dead knew it also. Perhpas that’s why she never got to nab one. Sigh. It had been eleven months since she’d gotten her scythe, and she still hadn’t reapt a Read more…
Betty was this year’s dragon bait. There was a lottery and she got picked. How about that? “No!” she cried out when they called her name. “I’m not crunchy, this wont work.” The others simply pushed her outside and threw the staff at her feet. “What’s this?” she asked, as Read more…
I go in, and there’s too much loot. I step back, shut the double doors, take a deep breath, step forward once again, go through the traps, there it is again. Too much loot. How can there be so much loot? Just numbers in a computer, just a glitch in Read more…
I think I’m smart, and then I do dumb things like these and slap myself silly. On a previous post I said I’d be ditching Patreon. The reason was the following: I wanted to challenge myself by writing a short story every day, which I call spitwrite because it’s rude Read more…
Euclidia was the only Geometer brave enough to go to the obsidian mine. The problem was simple, as such problems went: The obsidian golems had gone on a strike. “Knock, knock,” she said lamely when she reached the mine’s entrance. It was simply a cave that had been dug out Read more…