Bridge of Broken Glass

Bridge of Broken Glass

Stories from my mind that won't be quiet

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    • Walking Through Autumn

      Such magnificent mountains, the stranger thought as she walked along the path. Above her loomed the varied faces of millennia old mountains. Some of their slopes were covered in pines and oaks while others were scraped clean to the bare rock by time. Something in her distant memory tried to surface and she stopped walking…

      November 9, 2020
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      Forgetting People, Hiking, Immortal, Short Story
    • Unsung Chapter 11

      A Hero may retire from the Guild in good standing after no fewer than ten years of service. -Hero’s Guild Book of Rules Rule #52    Lord Fesser’s castle was not overly large, Feral mused as the soldiers marched him towards it. The outer wall was perhaps twice his height and the courtyard beyond seemed cramped…

      November 6, 2020
      Unsung
      Captured, Dungeon, Hero
    • Flight or Fancy

         Some days it felt as though the entire Earth was pulling on Adelaide, holding her fast to its surface even as she strained against it. Other days there was only the barest of cords tethering her down. Regardless of how the Earth held her, she yearned to break free. Always there was the tension, the…

      November 3, 2020
      Uncategorized
      Dreaming, Falling or Flying, Short Story
    • Unsung Chapter 10

      It is every Heroes duty to hunt and kill any Hero who has abandoned the Guild. -Hero’s Guild Book of Rules Rule #80    Red hot embers glowed in the small fire ring at the mouth of the cave. Feral had a medium sized slab of stone propped up above the embers as a makeshift frying…

      October 30, 2020
      Unsung
      Backstory, Hero, Rescue mission, Time to heal
    • Why Do We Have Rules

         Anna DeLuna lay on her back staring up into the many twisting and crisscrossing branches of the tree. Its trunk rose out of the ground just behind her head and she watched the many insects that crawled up and down along its bark. From time to time, as she lay particularly still, the squirrels would…

      October 27, 2020
      Uncategorized
      Consequences, Moving isn't fun, Short Story, Warewolf
    • Unsung Chapter 9

      A Hero must disannul any contract if it becomes apparent that success is no longer probable -Hero’s Guild Book of Rules Rule #3    Feral, Riven, and Skemm stood on the edge of their camp, looking out towards where the Western Realm’s armies were encamped. Smoke still rose steadily from that direction now; they weren’t trying…

      October 23, 2020
      Unsung
      Hero, Injured, Retreat
    • Scream For The Whisperer

         It was almost eleven thirty at night when Aron finished cleaning up at the diner and was able to start heading home; everyone else had already left. He grabbed his backpack, put on his coat, and briefly checked his reflection in the mirror. He was so tired, his shoulders sagged and his brown eyes seemed…

      October 20, 2020
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      Horror, Serial Killer, Short Story
    • Unsung Chapter 8

       A Hero may hire others to aid them, but will bear the sole responsibility to pay all such debts -Hero’s Guild Book of Rules Rule 27    Skemm sat on her bedroll, deep in thought. They’d returned to camp shortly after they rescued Princess Yaria but had yet to discuss what they were going to do…

      October 16, 2020
      Unsung
      Fired Eggs, Hero, New Plan, Princess
    • What Happened To John

         John could only stand there and watch in horror as the car rolled forward. There was no one else in sight and the young boy wouldn’t get out of the way in time. The car bumped up and down and the boy cried out for a few moments and then all was silent.    There was…

      October 13, 2020
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      Ghost story, Guilt, Missing person, Short Story
    • They Won’t Be Joining Us

         The sounds of fire, of breaking glass, and screaming broke through my veil of sleep and my eyes shot open. My wife, Grace, beside me in the bed was already awake, sitting up and looking horrified. Through our bedroom window we could just make out the outlines of numerous figures shambling around across the lake,…

      October 8, 2020
      Uncategorized
      Cycling, Short Story, Zombie
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