(Here is the final part of the story. For those of you who want to read from the beginning, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4 can be found at the corresponding link. Upvotes, comments, and resteems welcome.

(For those of you who want to read from the beginning, here are Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3. Enjoy, and please upvote, comment, and resteem!) Rufeo took a drink of water and sighed. "I cancelled the

(Here are Part 1 and Part 2 of the story for those of you who need to get caught up. On to the good stuff...) I have not been a troubadour my entire life. In the days of Ducca Narula, people thought that

(For those of you who want to start the story from the beginning, you can find part 1 here.) The air in the yard was cool, though it was a few hours yet until sunset. She could taste salt on the breeze,

(After a long absence, I'm putting up another story here on Steemit. For those of you familiar with my writing, this is set in the same fantasy world of anthropomorphic lions as the tales "In the

(Here's another horror drabble, a little taste of Lovecraft today. As always, if you enjoy, please upvote, comment, and resteem!) "I must have her." The proprietor of Big Jim's Aquatics tapped

(Here is my entry for @dbooster's third haiku contest. This haiku is a little free-form for me; I usually like three lines even though I'm not into 5-7-5. And I'm not sure that I've ever written a 'ku

(Well, I didn't finish Soulsword in time to be included in the Swords of St. Valentine anthology. Congratulations to everyone whose story was chosen! I'll join you next anthology!! I will definitely finish

(Still trying to get the last installments of my Swords of St Valentine story ready; while you're waiting, here's a little blast from the past for this week's creature feature. A bite of scifi horror I

With Soulsword and other projects I have going on, I only have a short taste of horror for you today. In fact, just a hundred words. For those of you who don't know, there's a special term for a piece

(This is the belated first installment of my entry for the #SwordsofStValentine event. For those interested, this story is set in the same universe as my "The Tale of the White Tiger," but several

midnight path why is it always only one shoe?

(If you missed Part 1, you can find it here. Comments, upvotes, and resteems always appreciated.) "And thus with traitor's blood was Captain Hu's ship rechristened the White Tiger. The ship slipped

I originally wrote this story back in 2013 for a contest sponsored by the delightfully insane guys over at Human Echoes. I won, and in addition to a small cash prize, they produced an audio version of

Although I usually try to use the techniques of the haiku family of literature in writing prose, on occasion I will also compose haiku properly speaking. Here is one I wrote for the contest being run by

In the distant future, a blind storyteller weaves a tale of freedom, love, and loss. Yet what is the true purpose behind his tale? This story first appeared online in 2013. For those of you who like to

(If you missed the first part, start here.) The falling sensation stopped suddenly in a cool burst of blue light. It took Caitlin’s eyes a moment to adjust to the dimly lit chamber. The black of the walls

(On a distant world, a young woman seeks to escape superstition and prejudice. But does she really know what she's getting into? This story first appeared in Hungur 6.1.) The sound of a group of men marching

(A single mother trying to do her best by her daughter finds out that the Wild West was a little wilder than she previously imagined. This story first appeared online in 2008 under the title "Her

In the tradition of the Saturday matinee monster moves, here is a small bite of horror for your enjoyment. I hope to make this a regular feature on my blog. Let me know what you think! The pounding on