Black Like Ebony (Part 2)


Again, the voice from the dark boomed. “Wrong, little soldier. My kindness is what the bat has seen tonight.” There was a ripple from the garden, where the voice spoke, that coalesced into ink black fur and bone white claw. Ebony followed behind it, drawing herself from hiding and standing in a hunch, towering over the crowd with ease. Her face was a young woman’s, mature but bereft of age’s touch, compounded by whisps of black fur around her collar and neatly arranged razors of teeth. Black wings were folded across her lioness body, her alien tail a pinkish color that ended in a flower-like bulb that jutted out the purplish spikes from the man’s stomach. 

Black Like Ebony (Part 1)


To the boy it seemed a horrid trap, like a fever dream he was being marched into. By lanterns light he tread with his captor and his fellow prisoner in silence along the entrance path. The path was paved with stone, a foreign luxury in the hovel below. It was lined with a garden of surely imported flowers in perfectly matching shades of reds and whites and lilacs. They were cut and trim to perfect measurements, none encroaching past their gardens. Gone was the overgrowth of the village, the unruly weeds and clutching branches that flanked their village. The manor was sterile, it was organized, it was planned. 

Soaking in a Luscious Pool


Kibora Karikisa lives in the town of Arbomont, with a mother who does not care and her abusive step husband. Seeking a better life for herself and her sick younger brother, Meshi, Kibora takes up the mantle in hopes to make it out of the town Arbomont, but into order to get safe, she must cross the Alcrueastuea Forest, where potent Alraune are known to live. A bad snow storm is closing in.

Foreword ::: For those who are strongly against it, there is some rape at the beginning of the story; it is to help set in that the main character has very good reason for running away from home, the rape ends when actual story begins.

Birth of a Wish


“There is no salvation for you,” the demon smirks from behind a gilded skull goblet.
Casey Logan fights to prove her wrong inside the salt strewn hellscape of the Akna Montes colony, alone. He clings to the hope of finding a ship in the last of the colony’s hangar bays. With a ship he can radio his separated men. With a ship they can escape together.
At the moment when the world ceases to make sense and the pillars that holding him up crumble into salt, will Casey feel the death of despair or the birth of a wish?