The Guild of The Hunter God, Revised

Revisionary work is a great process for improving your work, as well as discovering your voice and your strengths. Both through reading the works of other students and through submitting my own for review, I gained a greater understanding of how storytelling in fiction can be done in a way that entertains, tantalizes the mind,

40 Winks

The sudden jolt of atmospheric entry jarred Adam to consciousness. He’d experienced it a number of times in his life as a xenominer, but from what he could tell no one ever got used to it.  That life was long gone though. Adam looked at his hands; once the hands of an honest miner, now

Mr. Cubbage in The Vault

Mr. Arnold Cubbage had worked from the ground up to become the Chief Executive Officer of the Bank of Scotland, Edinburgh branch. He’d maintained the absolute semblance of the sober mind to do it, and was quite proud of the fact. He didn’t drink, despite the frequent participation in the act by his friends and

Meeting Mr. King

The smell of burnt popcorn hung in the air. The office itself wasn’t the finest in New York already, and now the smell made Joseph feel self-conscious. He wasn’t a young man, not anymore.  That title had left him on his thirtieth birthday, ten years ago. At that time, those who once called him young

Conversations of Wizards

“So then, master, how does it work?” The pupil tried to stay close on the busy street as their master strode ahead at an even pace. They had arrived on the street in an instant, before having been on a vacant beach. It was as though reality had suddenly changed for them, though to the

The Guild of The Hunter-God

Summers were always so hot in Lestmarsh. The air hung about Jesri like a cloud of mosquitos. No wait, those were mosquitos. He swatted at them absentmindedly as he waited for the officiator. It was three hours past noon now, and the officiator was supposed to have arrived at one hour past. The hot sun

You Had to Be There

It was routine. I got off work on Thursdays, and I went to Barnes & Nobles. I did it every week, often to explore new and different options in the RPG section. My friends always laughed at me, like I should be going to a game store to get the best stuff, but I’d be

Alone

I rarely talk to people. People, the word makes my flesh crawl. They so rarely consider their thoughts, let alone their actions. So I sit, often alone, wherever I find myself. The office leaves me dry, papers upon papers upon papers strewn about, each filed to where it belongs, fast, thorough, without mistake. Occasionally I

Missing Home

Home. The word had lost all meaning. He could barely remember his own name, let alone where he was really from. He clutched his bag of peanuts tighter. “I’ll get out of here someday,” He thought. He was the oldest and greatest among those captives around him. When he was first brought here, most of

The Man and Himself

It was New Year’s Eve in Germany, 1944. Celebrations were few and far, but the radio broadcast of the midnight advent was clear in Fritz’s basement home. He listened to the count down, poured himself a small glass of bourbon, and pulled a small sepia tone photo from his pocket. It was a portrait of