Category: Short stories
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Death’s Advice
On a bright and sunny day in the early springtime, Death walked into a tavern. And no, that isn’t the beginning of a really bad joke. It’s the beginning of a story. Read more in “Death’s Advice.”
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The Painter
The old woman stood in front of the wall and held a paintbrush in her left hand. A wooden palette with bright and vivid colors was in her other hand. She studied the emptiness of the wall for a moment and then glanced back at the gray world behind it. She saw the frantic rush,…
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Murder Most Strange
In the sprawling city of Breckenweld (somewhat known for its average sites and adequate dining establishments, but more commonly known for its taverns and bar fights), a crowd gathered on the cobblestone city streets. They gathered around a crumpled form covered with a pallid sheet—onlookers and gawkers drawn to a grisly crime like moths to…
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A Bird in a Cage
Once, there was a young girl who lived in a tall tower of wood and stone. The tower was deep in the heart of a dark forest full of briars and thorns. Like a beautiful bird in a cage, the child was kept safe—hidden from the world. This is her story. Read more in “A…
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A Conversation with Nic
It was a cold and wintry night when he walked into my bar. I remember it like it was yesterday, even though it was years and years ago. There weren’t many patrons that night—business was slow, what with the weather outside and all. Not many people wanted to venture down to the bar in the…
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On the Road to Allenvale
On a warm summer day, a trader meets a stranger who shares his heartbreaking life story of chasing knighthood, losing his family, and searching for what’s most important in life… Read more in “On the Road to Allenvale.”
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The Troll with No Bridge
I’m a troll. I’m supposed to tell riddles and eat people. That’s what a troll does. But that’s not what I do… Read more in “The Troll with No Bridge.”
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The Wolf & the Witch
This is a fairy tale. Oftentimes, in fairy tales, there are wolves and witches. They’re usually represented as terrible villains. But this story is not what you’d expect. Some of the elements are the same, but the way it goes—that is different. Read more in “The Wolf & the Witch.”
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The Long Journey Home
The sun dipped below the distant horizon as the traveler with a ragged and tattered cloak of midnight black made his way toward the skeletal mining town of Andone. The last rays of the departing sun were at the traveler’s back, casting his shadow ahead of him on the dust-covered road leading on through the…
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A Story of Hope
“Stories are a thousand little candles, brightening a darkened world. Stories are a thousand little stars, shining in a field of pitch-black night… Take hold of stories, and then share them with others so that they too may see the light.” Read more in “A Story of Hope.”
