Up towards the vortex

d’Verse prosery Even as the King's mages work desperately to repair my charred eyes, I cannot help but clutch my fists apprehensively, for how can I be sure I shall see again? The world on the first of May was peaceful, no different than the last of April, really, although the skies seemed just a… Continue reading Up towards the vortex

Soaring out into the sky

Her father was a world-renowned yodeler from Switzerland; and her mother played electric guitar in a heavy metal band; but the child was born mute and would cringe at even the slightest noise. Considered a freak and largely ignored, she kept to her bedroom, magically bringing shadow-birds to life and sending them soaring out into… Continue reading Soaring out into the sky

Descend into the catacomb

Cowed into silence, those sitting around the circular table observed as the sorcerer raised the enchanted wine glass over the sleek surface and slowly turned it sideways. Water miraculously began pouring from the empty vessel, as the wizard inverted it fully and placed it at the center of the table. The crystalline liquid continued spreading,… Continue reading Descend into the catacomb

Her jade(d) eyes

The curse was purported to be unbreakable; but the minstrel winked at the princess with a mysterious confidence. "You hope to succeed where so many failed?" she asked dispassionately. "Very well. Which key will unlock my caged heart?" The bard looked past the keys hanging from the ceiling, directly into her jade(d) eyes, and pulled… Continue reading Her jade(d) eyes

Fix, Expert, or: Gateway

This year, I am attempting to become active on Twitter after having created an account last year to post 365 micropoems. Among other things, this means I will be responding to Twitter poetry prompts. Initially, I wasn't planning on x-posting those here, but then I realized: if I don't save my Twitter poems elsewhere, I'll… Continue reading Fix, Expert, or: Gateway

The frigid dungeon laboratory

Sobbing, shoulders heaving, Taison stopped running upon reaching the forest's edge. Those wretched ghasts were tracking him somehow… They had to be. But how?What had the lich done to him? Calming himself, the cleric struggled to think back through the fog of images to his imprisonment in the frigid dungeon laboratory; what was it that… Continue reading The frigid dungeon laboratory

No family, no house, no money…

His oldest brother inherited the estate; their middle brother acquired the farm; but Marcus only got the old puss. Sighing sadly, Marcus walked to the back of the store, nearly tripping over the creature. "Damn it, Tom!" His life was shit. No family, no house, no money… just this part-time job. Not even a girlfriend.… Continue reading No family, no house, no money…

Seven pairs of eyes

The evil queen, certain the dwarves were away, mining on the other side of the mountain, passed the towering woodpile on her way to the door. Seven pairs of eyes watched from behind the logs, flummoxed that she would be so brazen. Photography by Kristine Wayman This piece of flash fiction was written in response to:… Continue reading Seven pairs of eyes