The Battle (pt. 3)
Their troops charge forward and we brace ourselves for the impact. Our job is to hold the shields tight, spears jutting out, while the men behind us slash out…
Bracing for Impact (pt. 2)
Our priest spits at the naked druids dancing in front of the Saxon line. These men have no fear as it is considered the worst omen to kill a holy man. They…
Preparing for Battle (pt. 1)
Streams of sweat burn my eyes, but I dare not raise my sleeve to wipe them. Our shield wall is tightly formed and any break might force the Saxons to charge…
Time Shuttle
The mission had a three stage objective: First, send a man forward in time. Second, observe his reaction. Third, bring him back with no residual effects. The…
El Fin
The Spanish Conquistador dismounted his stallion on the edge of a towering precipice. He had leaped from atop here many times. On countless occasions, he felt…
CSI : Norman London
“Hell, another murder. If we don’t find who did this, Lord Jameson is going to have our heads.” “Any ideas Robert?” “We could try Forensics.” “Popperian…
Song of the Samurai
A young man knelt beside the small spring in his uncle’s garden. The spring was a constant song often accompanied by flute-like nightingales, the sawing violin…
Chronicles Of Millie and Me Chapter 1
This is a true story that spans from 1919 to present day. Only the names and places have been altered for privacy reasons. Cuthridge , Victoria, Australia…
Fighting Fire With Fire
Dense smoke floated heavily on the sea air while cannons barked and cannon balls whistled through the air. The calm of the sea was disproportionate to the…
Guilty
Shugo’s laugh echoed across the garden, and I sat brazenly on his chest, my robes rucked up to my knees. I was still waving my prize triumphantly as several…
Swift Feet
We burst into the gardens in a hasty tumble of giggles and brocade; I’d long since forgotten about behaving decorously, once more the young girl who beat all…
Stealth
I picked my way cautiously along the hallways behind Shugo, trying not to jump at every sound the palace made as we crept past. If someone saw us, it wouldn’t…
Nostalgia
Shugo stepped past the curtains and settled himself comfortably on the floor before I could fetch a silk cushion for him. He waved off my flustered look as I…
Forged in Fire, Quenched in Blood
The splash of blood was hot and wet, and the screams that followed were the birthing cries of a new empire. Such things always required blood. A lone horseman…
A Night With Rodney Candycane, Railroad Tycoon
“Let’s build us some railroads for speedy transportation! Maybe someday even people‘ll walk ‘em!”
Red at Night
Spreigas, only the second democratically-elected president since before World War II, addressed a rejoicing nation. It was 2000 hours. “My friends,” he began…
Red in Morning
Puennio stood in the ruins of what had once been the king’s palace, and watched the sun rise. The switch to democracy had taken some doing, but it was done…
A Different Sort of Battle
Finally, Zibin realized, there was peace. The Ottomans had finally been warned away, and Britain had pledged her aid. There was a different sort of battle…
On the Run
Siutin ran through the field. It was a black night, with not even the moon to shine its light. Siutin was a wanted man. The Ottomans had been ramming their way…
Invaders from the East
Udis walked down the stone path that overlooked the mountains. The mist hung above them like a specter, haunting him, staying on to his conscience. He could…