Posts Tagged Short Fiction
Apocalypse Blog – Day 12
Posted by dewight in FREE Fiction on April 24
This is the latest post in a series I’m writing on Patreon. If you become a Patron, you can read them all along with a boatload of other free fiction content. As a patron, you can also receive every book I ever write at no charge. —– Have you ever had one of those days […]
Groundhog Day
Posted by dewight in FREE Fiction on February 2
Phil was finally dead. I had been in service to that fool for what felt like eons but I remember the day well, it all began on February 2, 1886 as the humans label time. On that day, a witch whose true name I never learned (may she languish in agony in the Pit until […]
Give Me the Moon
Posted by dewight in FREE Fiction on May 27
Nexon was the most powerful wizard of his age and he was in love. Nexon lived in a tower of crystal and rainbow-hued stone perched on a cliff overlooking the sea. He had created the tower with powerful magic and it was both his home and an amplifier of his prodigious power. People from across […]
The Ritual
Posted by dewight in FREE Fiction on May 20
This flash fiction eventually grew into my novel: The Light Within The cultist pulled a hood over my head blocking all light. I could hear the other members of the cult chanting in some guttural, gurgling language. The smell of whatever they were burning was making me nauseous. They began to chant the same sound over and […]
Holiday on Pintor IV
Posted by dewight in FREE Fiction on May 13
The gravity of Pintor IV was minuscule compared to Klaus’ homeworld. The local fauna floated rather than crawl or walk. Klaus spun and twirled through the trees which writhed like animals on their pencil-thin stalks. This was the best vacation getaway he had arranged yet. He still didn’t understand why no travel journals had mentioned […]
The Monks
Posted by dewight in FREE Fiction on May 6
The trio of monks walked with cowl covered heads bowed along the dirt road. Ralf had never seen these holy men before. He recognized the robes as similar to those worn by the Christian who had visited their village last spring and tried, unsuccessfully, to convince the good folk of Bjornvik that Wotan was a […]