Eloise and Marin


A contest entry focused on an injured Holstaur, her husband, and their journey together.

“You broke my nose,” wheezed Snake as he stumbled back. He was clutching his nostrils as blood gushed down into his mouth. He spit out viscera as he pointed at Marin Le Tiec. “Why the fuck-” He reeled back again as the smaller Frenchman lunged past his accusation like a dog unleashed. A straight punch from Marin’s left drilled into Snake’s ribcage. It broke a few lower rib bones and elicited second, shallower gasp from Snake as his bulk crumbled onto the gravel parking lot of the Silver Bar. “What- what do?” The beleaguered ranch hand uttered between desperate gasps. Marin tossed something the size of an unfolded wallet to Snake. Under the pall of the Bar parking lot’s dim lamppost, Snake squint and tried to make out what it was. The pain kept the answer just out of reach despite its alarming familiarity.

“Don’t recognize your handiwork?” Marin asked in his best Midwest impression. He grabbed the birch-core, Lousiana Slugger from his back. He choked up on the grip as he saw the American batters do just before stepping up to the plate. He tested it with a swing above Snake’s head. The sound it as it cleaved through the air reminded Marin of a whooshing plane taking off next to him. 

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.

Desert Jewel


The future looks rather bleak for Samira, a slave girl in the desert of the Southlands. She’s prayed to the Goddess for years for some kind of respite from her life, but maybe she’s been praying to the wrong goddess?

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This story is part of my original MGE setting, Darkness Prevails. (Click its tag for the others.) It is the fourth entry of the series, but can safely be read out of sequence of the others.  Enjoy!

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