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Perf Part 3
Wet, mossy stone scraped quietly along Perf’s back as he edged his way around the Inner Wall. He could see the torchlight marking the gate that would lead him out of the Inner Court and back to the Mid Square and he stopped short before walking into the perimeter of light. He had magics that…
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Perf Part 2
The cobbled stones of the High Square each bore warding symbols, meant to prevent anyone from passing over them who wasn’t permitted. The Royals, their attendants, and their guards were the only ones who could pass freely over the wards. The only merchants and performers who ever got this far into the city were there…
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Perf Part 1
It’s a pity these clothes itch so badly, Perf thought to himself as he shambled along with the morning crowds, I might not mind being a beggar so much if it weren’t for that. Perf smiled to himself, a rarity for a beggar, and he quickly subdued the emotion. Such visible signs of happiness…
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Hello Bus Stop, It’s Michael
For Sale: Freedom For Information, please contact your local Congressman or Senator That’s what the headline said, at least. Or more precisely, that’s what Michael read. He had no way of knowing what was really printed, short of asking someone else to read it to him. And he didn’t much like asking people to read…
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Some Poetry
From time to time I get inspired to write some poetry and here are a couple of pieces that have been on my mind. The first one was inspired by a storm I got to watch during a nighttime drive. The second poem is based on a series of recurring dreams I have. LIGHTNING SKIES…
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Earth and Moon
Night. Twinkling stars filled the endless space and silence reigned over all. A green-blue ring of light illuminated the distant Earth. In the dark center of the world, pockets of light shown like so many stars set on the Earth’s face, forming constellations all their own. They sparkled, clear and white, with a steady constancy…
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The Little Man With The Red Cap Part 2
This group of children, the little man knew, had yet to choose whether they were going to be good or bad. The choice was almost never a conscious one, but one that every child made and that decision would guide them throughout their lives. The decision was usually made around the same time the child…
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The Little Man With The Red Cap Part 1
Pavement. Some of the people queried said pavement was concrete or cement that they walked on. Others claimed pavement was the black tar and gravel mixture that they drove on. Curious creatures, the little man thought as he plodded along. Unable to agree on such simple things. A precious few believed it was unimportant what…
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The Weight of Pain
“I didn’t help someone who needed me yesterday.” The woman spoke with a catch in her voice though she did not cry. Like everyone else in the room, she looked young for her age and was fit. Many of the people there bore scars or wore eye patches, and a few were missing…
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Breathe Part 2
Sanity returned. The thick chains that held him bound dug deep into his chest, arms and legs, cutting his flesh in places where the padding in his clothes had been pushed aside. He should be in agony from it all but, where his sight, hearing, smell and taste had all increased since his cursing,…
Bridge of Broken Glass
Stories from my mind that won't be quiet
Bridge of Broken Glass 