Stories

Mayhem Fantasy!

The Nextworld Invasion and the Death of Magic involves the gathering of a team of people from three unique races, who need to come together and try to find a way of stopping an invasion... by the Humans! This is a story about people. There is action every step of the way that helps bring the individuals closer, and strange wonders surprise even the most seasoned among them.

How far will they be willing to go? Where will their decisions take them? And what will be left of them when they're done?

Twin brothers.
One is gay.
The other is haunted... probably.

One-shot companion to Thanks, Dads.

Ryan didn’t plan for Sofa Club. Or for his dads to find out.

Or for the worst part of all:

getting caught caring.

What do you get when your satirical college essay is read by your two dads?

Trial by passive-aggressiveness.

Judgment from a pug who demands tribute with every verdict.

And emotional blackmail, served cold on a guilt-plated platter.

Thanks, Dads.

A collection of collaborative writings from the Friday prompt blog.

This is my collection of poetry written for April 2025, National Poetry Writing Month.

Isolated “for his own good”, Judah is given no choice but to show up to the witch-be-damned ceremony on his fiftieth rebirthday. It wasn’t like he could run away. He’d daydreamed about showing up with messy punk rock hair in his torn jeans and a Def Leopard T-shirt, but that would probably just result in him being stripped naked. Not a look he wanted to sport for the awakening or what he feared came after. He'd heard them, wondering how they’d benefit from the miracle he was supposed to spread through the families. Would they be gifted his magic, his blood, or something even more sinister? And would Judah survive this supposed honor at all?

A King's Ranger's duty is to protect the kingdom and it's people. Patrols run the gamut, but sometimes you meet new friends.

When rumors and sightings of the fabled 'vampire mimic' become a reality for all who dwell in darkness...the entire city is turning itself inside out and upside down preparing for battle...and an arms dealer by the name of 'Rizzy' is set to make a fortune off of it. But he's also in line to make enemies along the way! Is the mimic real? And if so...what then?

This was written as an entry in the 2025 Writing Event - Comicality Tribute - Coming of Age.

I hope it is well-received. I've read this partial story a few times now and have frequently lamented the loss of Comsie and all the unfinished stories that will never be complete. I obviously have no idea where Comsie planned on taking this story next, but I'd like to offer my suggestion. Comsie, wherever you are, I never really knew you, traded a couple comments, but I hope you're happy and you don't curse me for this.