Archive for the ‘Sword and Sorcery’ Category

Spriggan

Posted: October 16, 2014 in Flash Fiction, Sword and Sorcery

Screaming, she snatched her hand back, burnt by a tiny poison blade. The little man laughed to see such fun, and then he ran off into the gloom.

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Sense of Urgency

Posted: August 4, 2014 in Micro Fiction, Sword and Sorcery

Was the prophecy “after the three quarter moon” or “after three quarter moons?” If it was that last one we might as well wait before leaving.

Double Ex

Posted: June 5, 2014 in Flash Fiction, Horror, Sword and Sorcery

The execution was elaborate. The arrow nocked, bow drawn and then fitted about her head, when the bolt that killed the woman she had dared call wife was loosed the bowstring neatly garotted her throat.

Whitehall

Posted: May 29, 2014 in Flash Fiction, Horror, Sword and Sorcery

He roamed the wastelands, finding them, killing them, and returning their skulls one by one to the Fogotten City. By the dawn of the Fifth Age, when Man sought to relearn what had been Forgotten, he had built a great hall and within the hall was a throne all made of gleaming white bone. They found him there, waiting.

Hellhound

Posted: May 1, 2014 in Flash Fiction, Horror, Sword and Sorcery

Cerberus the three-headed dog guarded the gate to Hades. So did the dog found by the entrance to the old mine, except this one was as dead as the underworld it protected and the crudely sewn stitches were the only thing keeping its heads attached.

For his audacity in daring to challenge the gods they set a crown of horns upon his head. His screams could be heard in the valley below as the spikes sprouted from the flesh of his skull. Centuries later, he was still screaming. Sometimes curious souls went to go find him, and when they looked upon his misshapen head their screams joined the age-old chorus.

Campfire

Posted: April 23, 2014 in Flash Fiction, Horror, Sword and Sorcery

From the garret window he could see thousands of twinkling lights. In better times he would have thought they looked like stars, but the enemy had the castle surrounded. The Army of the Burning Men had come, each of their blazing red bodies ringed by a deadly halo of fire.