Stories

Pose, composure, aloofness.

Envy breathes perfection. He spends every second in a quest for this single, unattainable goal. But perfection never lasts for a mortal. Time swallows all and turns beauty to dust. His way out of the abyss is Siccu, who encompasses all Envy craves. If he could just convince him that he is ready, perfect, good enough, everything he ever wanted would come true. Siccu would become his.

If it were not for Siccu's obsession with a mercenary and his pet boytoy, he would already have what he craves. He sees only one way out: To destroy what has taken his master's eyes off of him.

Noom has to die.

A poem about learning to cope with the loss of a close friend.

I took a story I entered in an Anthology and rewrote it and added to it to make it into a Halloween story. I hope you enjoy reading about Mason and Clark's relationship, even though it didn't work out. Mason erroneously believed it was over, but Clark had other plans. Will this situation ever resolve itself, or should Mason get as far away from Clark as possible?

Inside a special academy for scientific minds, a first-year techno-geek and senior science jock uncover a conspiracy targeting people like them.

What would you do if a demon appears out of nowhere, in all its naked rawness, willing to grant you a wish that someone else would die for?

Private Elliot is a bugler in the Queen's army, conscripted to help put down a rebellion of cats. Private Adya is an Ythin neko far from home, doing what he can to save lives.

Both are flung head first into a war neither signed up for. Facing each other down over a stretch of murderous land, it will take a miracle for them to survive.

Jack and Willy have a job to do. They are definitely not happy about it because it stinks of 'them on the mountain' but they have no choice but to carry out the instructions to the letter no matter how buch it bothers them. It would have bothered them a whole lot more if they had known that high up on the mountain something is coming.

Etral has fought for most of his life, always alone, frequently in the hostile environment of the deep wilderness of Brevarun. Sometimes, though, the wilderness isn't what you think it is, and the wildlife maybe isn't so hostile.

As doomed as he was beautiful, but how did a horse get there on that iceberg?

The world has become inhospitable, work has dried up, and he has lost all of himself. One day, one prayer, one emissary...when divine hands play at humanity, what will be the result?