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Short Stories
Any story that stands on its own goes here. These can be vignettes, character studies, blurbs -- go wild!
The bowl slipped from his hand, raising a small cloud of flour into the air. The egg shell cracked in his grip, egg white dripping onto the counter.
He took a sponge cloth to clean the mess, but had to stop halfway as a familiar smell made him curse under his breath: the butter had melted...
The horned god was moderately busy, couples stood at the bar and cuddled in the booths. Off to one side sat a man with sandy brown hair and glasses. He wears a brown jacket, white dress shirt, and brown chinos. Others peg him for waiting on a blind date. He tries not to notice their looks of...
2016.10.30 - The unwritten
I realized I never posted this here. It's linked to one entry in Kuro's journal 'Hansei' and is, as the name implies, the unwritten part of what happened after 'The Link' community event GMed by Nvida Noire. Tagged as NSFW because of blood and self-imposed punishment...
I use the term slipstream to describe the act and noun of "Pulling an Object through X Dimension from Point A to Point B." For example, when I first came to Ealdwic I had no method of transportation aside from my motorcycle, so I had a thought. "If I could pull my furniture from Saskatchewan...
It was a dark and warm eve, the doors to The Horned God were open. Enter Stefan, the tall, hairy and muscular Half-Faun, he strided up to the bar and orders his favorite drink, a pint of maple whiskey. He sat at the bar, drinking away, the drink soothing him. Enter Caomhan, the new bee, young...
[[Enter Caomhan and Stefan, in the living room of their flat.]]
I was actually born in Ealdwic, but my mother brought me to Romania until my first birthday. We moved to some of her friends in Fairy Glen, Saskatchewan. My childhood was a rough and tumble age. From the time I could walk I was...
To the Council of Venice :
The Mesopotamian Goddess of the Underworld is known as Erishkigal, we discovered a minor temple to her last week, it was a large area of twisting corridors and vault like rooms, deep under the desert. Rooms upon rooms of bones and other humans bits, wall engraved...
Note: So this is a strange story, in the sense that it literally unfolded in my mind as I was drifting between sleep and wakefulness. So some aspects may feel weird, some notions a bit farfetched (though nothing lore breaking). At this point, it didn’t really happened in Kuro’s life either - at...