Squire StinknZombalot rapped at the inside of the crate for the 400th time. Why? Why had it seemed so appealing? After he was chased out of the pub by a conga line of screaming bar wenches he'd wandered

Since she was a child Risa had prided herself on noticing small but important details. It was a skill she believed had once saved her and her family from a lynch mob intent on killing some more of the

Images by the magnificent @bearone. Squire StinknZombalot dragged himself to his hands and knees. His ridiculous cartoonish helm dug painfully into the side of his face.The damn thing hadn't fit right

The Golden Carp The pool was a study of opposites, its outer edge bright, sandy bottom glinting as flecks of mica picked up the fading afternoon sunlight. In contrast, the inner crescent of the pond was

“Spread out.” Lieutenant Risa Sturmpike scanned the woods for any sign of movement. Nothing. Only the gentle sway of the boxwoods as their mantles of summer-green were blown by the wind, and the hum of

I haven't posted for a few days. I've been reading and curating, yes, but not posting. The all important question is, have I been writing? Funnily enough (and I thank Steemit and the wonderful community

William Faulkner famously said, “In writing, you must kill your darlings.” Stephen King in his writing book (which is worth a read for anyone, fiction writer or not) quoted Faulker and said: “Kill your

[recording starts] You've got to help me. I think I can hear it outside my room...But it can't be. Could it have found me so soon? It all started with my study of the humble peach ball. You have to be

Welcome weary traveler. You've spent a long time down the rabbit hole, but you've finally arrived! Welcome to "What the peach balls saw" (or WTPBS for short -- which is not under any circumstances

They say to bring plenty of water if you’re crossing the uncanny valley. Or perhaps that was Death Valley? In any case, what I’ve discovered is that the water’s not for drinking. It's for drowning yourself

This is a true account. It all happened to me, though I can barely believe it myself. It started with a routine banking transaction. In any other country this would have been done on-line in under 10 seconds,

After what felt to be at least an hour of trudging through wretched, rat-infested tunnels with the gods knew what dripping down the back of their necks from the low brick ceiling, they emerged through

Still reeling slightly from the surprise that his captor was the son of Devilsbluff's lord, Tom considered his response. He would have to weigh his words carefully because Johan was an unknown factor.

Tom allowed himself to be dragged along by Bert’s men, doing his best to keep his bearings. With their easy use of local dialect it was easy to imagine these men to be little more than fishermen or crabbers

Tom took a swig of beer and watched as the master of the Hanging Tree Inn carried mugs of black ale, plates of roast lamb and greasy deep-fried potato skins to a table in the corner where six men were

This post comes to you from deep within our Tokyo underground guerrilla outpost where our special forces are in deep cover as part of Operation Pigout (the secret plan to infiltrate and deplete local food

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Tom stood before Devilsbluff Hall’s gatehouse. Behind the wall, the hall rose like a pale mountain, menacing in the light of the winter moon. Behind him stretched nearly half a mile of snowy tree-lined

Ever had one of those days when it all went wrong? Today was one of those days. I'd like to say it started with this guy, but it didn't (he looks innocent doesn't he? Well read on, dear reader, I assure

Apologies if this is a totally stupid question but is there a way for me to create a watchlist of my absolute favourite posters so I can easily keep track of them? I can use tags to a certain extent, and