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
Messenger In a Bottle The islanders had a simple messaging system: they just put a messenger in a bottle and threw it in the water. The twist was that it was the message that mattered most, and the recipient could be anyone. Crazy, I know. But Polynesia worked just fine Read more
Evie is up in the middle of the night, drawing. She’s an autodidact, having learned from pure talent and hours spent on practicing and watching Youtube tutorials on digital art. She likes empowering women, bringing out the beauty in them no matter their ethnicity, weight, skin tone or ability. She Read more
