Ghyll

My #fridayflash entry is now available, a weekly fictional webserial set in the world of Ghyll:

The Guardian of Aloons - 3:
There I was, buried under the burning beams, notebooks, and bird carcasses of my destroyed office, sleeping it off like a building’s beating was just another day. When I awoke, I found that someone had pulled me from the rubble and laid me on the street out front. I sat up coughing and marveled at how the last five years of my working life could so tidily be reduced to a smoldering mound of ash. A few pachyderms, called in from the nearby city, were spraying water on the remains.

Read the rest and rip it apart, fiends.

My #fridayflash entry is now available, a weekly fictional webserial set in the world of Ghyll:

The Guardian of Aloons - 2:
I laid on the soft earth behind my office for a few seconds trying to grasp what was going on. Hastily penned and blown-out notes in my left hand, a smoking bird’s leg in my right, my naked legs and scrunched undergarments a wee bit lower, and ol’ cranky Gurptshonis standing over me with flames and smoke blocking out the sky behind her head. I will admit that this image haunted my dreams for weeks to come.

Read the rest and rip it apart, fiends.

My #fridayflash debut is now available, a weekly fictional webserial set in the world of Ghyll:

The Guardian of Aloons - 1:
When I came to, I was kissing the gravel. She was gone. I tried to raise myself up, and that’s when I noticed a few of the rarer things in life: getting clocked by a six-inch heel feels much like a jab from a two-bit thug, and this was the third time my pants were missing. You’d think that I’d be getting used it by now. The beatings, not the pants.

Read the rest and rip it apart, fiends.

Burgengute of Ghyll, as seen in Gerth, November 30th, 2006: