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Caelus was immersed in darkness. He drifted in anger and pain, lost in a formless dream. A terrible stench filled his nostrils and he jerked awake. The darkness remained, but with the smell of sweat and

Gaius galloped into the agora, blood dripping from a gash in his forearm, horse foaming. Caelus took the reigns. "How many?" Gaius landed heavily. "Hundred." He stalked into Dormios'

What follows is the final installment of The Green Knight, written for the #SwordsofStValentine event. Please enjoy. Not All Knights Draw Swords For the first time in a good long while, Robert Mayhawk

Gerald came up short as he crossed the threshold. He had been expecting to see a giant, fire breathing lizard, with great creaking wings and teeth as sharp as swords. He had expected a pitched battle,

The giant door opened on a room the likes of which Gerald hadn’t thought existed. He had seen certain of the chambers of King Thainor, and while they were lavish beyond the dreams of a knight such as him,

The house loomed ahead, a cancerous blemish against the night sky. A lonely figure, buffeted by wind, staggered up to it and stopped, pulling his ratty cloak tighter against the rain. He cocked his ear,

With the end of February comes the conclusion of SteemPulp's inaugural open call, SWORDS OF SAINT VALENTINE. Over the next few hours, the final submissions will come in, and the next phase will begin.

Click clack whirr My daughter, who has sullied you? My sweet darling, who has fed you food of mortal man? Has let even a speck of soil mar the white of your innocence? The gleaming surface of your wedding

Caelus lay awake in Dormios' spare room, listening to Gaius' gentle snores. He was exhausted from the day's training, but he couldn't sleep; the stars were out again, joined by just a few clouds, bright

Gerald traveled for weeks, and met many people in towns scattered across the countryside. He followed the trail on the map, and as he got closer to his destination people began to speak of the Tower. He

Quiet snatched a dead man's gun from the ground and ducked behind a tree. A bandit ran past, looking for him. He stepped out, aimed with the new gun in his left hand, and blew the man's hat off. The sights

As Poppy walked through his doorway, Wink couldn't help but feel nervous. He didn't exactly know why- it was just a bowl of stew, after all- but he wanted to make sure he gave her the best. While Poppy

“He named himself after the witch ward tree also known as mountain ash or rowan tree.” They were the words of a familiar voice. It sounded like the man who took him in as a child. Another deep wisened

Gerald Ilberd approached the edge of the swamp atop his steed, Heiko. The battle charger was well worn after a long day of marching, and was about to inform his master of this by dumping his armored frame

This is the fourteenth and final part of an ongoing serial, written in honor of the Swords of St. Valentine initiative. Here are Parts One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven,

What follows is the fourth installment of The Green Knight, written for the #SwordsofStValentine event. Please enjoy. Women & Children First Ajax had been jogging toward the reservoir when he felt

A second explosion rocked the Liberator, but Zeke and Princess Isabelle were able to keep their footing. Zeke took her hand and began to run toward the ramp. “It's gone!” she yelled, tugging his hand,

There he was, finally. After wandering through the crowd of people, trying to pick them out from the teeming mass, he’d finally latched onto the sound of his mother’s voice, crying out in a single, desperate

Wink must have fallen asleep at some point, because the next thing he knew he heard a lowing right next to his ear. Ole Beth needs to be milked again...I think I have time for that, he mused, already forcing

This is the thirteenth part of an ongoing serial, written in honor of the Swords of St. Valentine initiative. Here are Parts One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven and Twelve.