Last month we followed Harrison through his first audience with Jacob, the King of the Isles. The King tasked Harrison with replicating a relic. The King demonstrated the relic’s power, and Harrison pledged to replicate that power...

Irate at the lack of progress on his agendas, Olyver confronts Quinn. Olyver demands traction on either the ships or the draft on the laws for the new Federation. Will Quinn buckle to Olyver’s whims…..

Tarian looks out over the battlefield, as the fighting wanes. He reaches out to speak with the leaders of the Dwarves and the Elves. But will they be willing to deal with them in the long term...

Darren Gilbert is now a student at the Academy. One of his teachers deposits him in front of his room and leaves without introducing Darren to his roommate. Maxwell Creegan is a Dwarf, unfortunately, the last dwarf Darren met was his bully, Dolmen...

Wrapping his hand in incandescent blue light, Marc throws the ball at his pursuer. Thomas managed to use his talent to catch the strike and throw it into the sky. As the ball rushed past the tops of the trees, it burst the resulting explosion threw concentric azure rings into the night sky. The detonation caught Thomas’s attention, and he took a step away from his quarry. Amplifying his voice, he said, “You’re talented, but you won’t escape me.”

Pausing his flight, Marc retorted, “Don’t get cocky, Thomas.” Turning around slowly, Marc wiped at the pooling blood on his cheek. Looking down at his hand, Marc’s initial comment died on his lips. Lifting his eyes, Marc saw the hunger behind Thomas’s eye. “Just because you’ve caught every rouge you’ve ever hunted, doesn’t mean that you’ll be able to catch me...

A few months back, one of my friends suggested that I should look at NaNoWriMo. After my examination, I joined the site, and I’m planning on using November to fully flesh out an upcoming project. I’m eagerly looking forward to this experience, and while I examined the site, I stumbled upon Camp NaNoWriMo. I’m currently in the middle of this year’s Camp, and I am having a blast working on Hero Call. While working on my camp project, I stumbled upon the camp’s sponsors, one of which is Wattpad...

I learned about NYC Midnight’s Annual Flash Fiction Challenge this past September. And after having experimented with the format, I got excited about taking part in the competition. Unfortunately for me, this contest begins in July, which meant that I missed out on the opportunity to flex my muscles in the contest last year. Looking at the varied prompts in the first list for participating writers, I knew that I would need to practice. As a result, I decided to take advantage of those prompts by picking random ones and giving myself forty-eight hours to complete my story...

“We’re over the ships, Cederic,” Sybell said as she swiveled away from her consoles.

“Excellent,” Cederic answered, bringing the shuttle to a near motionless hover. “Have we figured anything else out, yet?”

“No,” Sybell droned, returning her attention to the consoles.

Cederic ground his teeth but managed to ask, “How deeply are they buried?”

“Fortunately, the ships are close to the surface” Sybell chirped. “We should be able to dig a path to them quickly...

Marcus walked away from the meeting hall, shoving his hands into his pockets. Before he could get far, someone grabbed at his arm and asked, “Marcus, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine Talia,” he answered, smiling as he turned to look at the spindly woman. “I just wish they paid more attention to our survival.”

Putting her hands on her hips, Talia sighed with exasperation, “Stop exaggerating, you know they’re focusing on our survival. The Western region started breeding the surviving animals.”

“Easy Talia,” Marcus said as he raised his hands in surrender. He walked over to a tree and leaned against it, “I wasn’t trying to diminish your good work...

Last month we followed Sylvia’s final efforts to prepare for Kameron’s celebration. She collected her equipment from Gregor. Then she went about securing the two paths that Kameron’s guard missed. Then we followed her actions during the celebration. This month we return to watch Harrison follow his latest investigation with a relic...

Pulling the note from his pocket, Lucious reread the postcard.

Come to the museum. Find the three paintings each with a mother and child and sit on the couch at six this evening.

Twisting his wrist, Lucious looked at his watch and mumbled, “Fifteen minutes early.” Crumpling the note, Lucious shoved the paper ball into his pocket and sat down on the couch in the middle of the little nook. He leaned against the back of the sofa, staring at the center portrait. He let his eyes dance upon every line of the woman and child glorified in the central canvas. While he absorbed the painting’s beauty, Lucious’s hand reached for the top of his head...

The old man’s knuckles rapped softly on the door, and he took a step away from the door, waiting next to Darren. A few seconds later, the door flung open, and a lithe woman flew into Darren, wrapping her arms around him. A man followed on her footsteps and glared at the older man, “Who are you, and why do you have our son?”

The man inclined his head, “My name is Leodor Sultasar.” Lifting his head, he asked, “I assume you’re Darren’s parents. May I come in?”

“Oh,” Darren’s mother squeaked. “I’m sorry for my husband’s tone, we’re worried about Darren.”

Leodor nodded, “I understand, but we need to talk...

Daniel and Rachel paced around the wine cellar, studying the extensive collection. As they toured the racks of wine, Daniel studied the milling crowd. Meanwhile, Rachel focused her attention upon the expensive wine when her eyes caught sight of a particular bottle. She scurried towards the unique bottle and whipped her head around to stare at Daniel. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, and Rachel tapped at his shoulder and then pointed at the bottle. “Daniel,” she exclaimed her eyes following her hand towards the wine. “I can’t believe they have a bottle of…”

“Not now, Rachel,” Daniel chastised, grabbing her wrist before she could touch the bottle of wine.

“But Daniel,” Rachel pleaded as she lifted her perfume atomizer. She turned to the bottle, and the finger hovered above the plunger...

As the garbage truck came to a stop, Leland took it out of gear and tapped his partner’s shoulder. “Veit, we’re back. Go on and start emptying the load.”

“I did it last time, Leland,” Veit complained.

Leland scoffed as he looked at his diminutive partner, “It’s not my fault you can’t drive the truck.”

“That’s not fair,” Veit grumbled as he yanked his door open. “You’ll have to take a turn doing this work eventually.”

“No, I won’t,” Leland replied as he threw the lever to open the garbage truck for Veit. “Come grab me once you’ve emptied the trash...

“Did the message buoy get dropped?” Someone in the back of the shuttle called out.

Rylan groaned and replied, “Yes, I dropped the buoy before we lost sight of the ship. When I dropped it, I made sure we could communicate, and they instructed us to stay the course.”

“Not what I asked,” the same voice called back.

Rylan ignored the comment and returned to his scan of the planet. Laria was just as dead as the other two worlds, and that stole the resolve from most everyone in the shuttle...