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The Arrival

Her Silver Arrow, Part 2

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Her Silver Arrow, Part 2

  The soldiers moved quickly.  Their lanterns flickered in the cold, sputtering dull light and shadows across the snow.  General Kallock glowered as he watched them return, all bunched together like helpless pups.   "General, sir," Anders gasped, and saluted.  "The night grows colder, and the wind takes the lanterns out one by one, so that soon we will have no light.  We cannot continue, sir."   Kallock's scowl took all of them in.  His men didn't dare shiver, though he could tell by their faces the chill had soaked into their bones.  Many had their te

The Snow Leopard

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The Snow Leopard

  Snow leopards cannot roar.  We cannot scream our frustrations to the roiling clouds, or the snow-strewn peaks.  If we could, would our cries be lost on the wind, a blistering flurry of needle-sharp snow that paints the mountainside and sweeps aside any weaknesses?  For only the strongest can survive the Peaks.  We were once strong, but our numbers have dwindled.  Food is scarce.  Man invades our territories, as they have for centuries.  This time they hunt in packs.  It is a sport for them, to come after us.  Sometimes they wear us, a mockery far worse than killing.  If we kill, we do it only for our own survival.  We are not proud of it.

Before the Storm

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Before the Storm

  The rebels were coming, as promised.  Their ships – perhaps a dozen or so – appeared as tiny black flecks on a twilight canvass, distant enough that they seemed harmless.  But Mystrus had seen these ships up close: bulky war machines armed to their teeth, and so heavy that they groaned and shook when they flew.  In half an hour, they would be upon the colony.  It was time to rally her troops.  Mystrus sighed and leaned back against the deck railing.  She sucked deeply on her cigarette and about an inch of it crinkled to ash.  She took pleasure in slowly blowing the smoke at the rebel ships.  For a moment they disappeared in the

Her Silver Arrow, Part 1

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Her Silver Arrow, Part 1

  Arrows rained down from the hazy sky with deadly speed; they hit the snow with a vicious crunch and disappeared completely, while more seemingly materialised in the mist overhead; the onslaught was endless.  Desperately half-crawling, half-digging through the deep snow, a young girl – not yet seventeen – tried to evade the falling sticks of death, though her arms were weak from shivering and the cold.  Her blue eyes, rimmed with ice, streamed tears that froze partway down her face; tangled and drenched with snow, her soft, purple hair flowed out from a dark grey beanie.  Then, with a puff of

My Little Emilie

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My Little Emilie

With the simple pull of a trigger, my daughter's life fell away into nothingness; I felt like I even saw her thin, yellow lifeline shrivel and evaporate in the surrounding blackness.  But still, I clutched at her body, for all it was worth – and it was worth so very, very much, even now. The splashing of the gunman's footsteps faded rapidly, till the only sounds were the rain, falling into its own puddles on the bitumen, and the sobbing of a broken father. I held her to my breast; her blood was still warm, and the rain was steadily washing it away.  But I couldn't let go; I had to feel the last moment of warmth from this young, beautif

Solace -excerpt-

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Solace -excerpt-

  Colonel Rastov witnessed the chaos from a distance, and already he was racing towards the action.  Unlike most of the soldiers, dazed and confused, he could see the Skruns surging onto the landing pad towards them.  He'd already dropped the heavy rocket launcher.  As he ran he fired blindly at the Skruns with his shotgun, and four of them tumbled over and disappeared under the charging, hissing, unstoppable wave.  An unusual furrow deepened his brow.  This wasn't happening the way it was supposed to.  Why were the Skruns in such a position of advantage?  How had things come to this so quickly?!  "My God..." Karos gasped.  The Skruns in

The Demon's Kiss: Chapter 5

The Demon's Kiss: Chapter 4

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The Demon's Kiss: Chapter 4

  I couldn’t do this anymore.  My body turned to ice.  A soul-wrenching fear gripped me and shook my body like a rag doll in a blizzard.  My body was ready to give in; my mind was ready to shatter.  Because there was blood, splattered across the school fence.  I’d been teetering on the edge of sanity’s precipice all morning.  I’d clung to every hope I had that everything had been another nightmare, that it would all go away.  But when I went to have a shower, and I saw the Mark glistening black on my skin, I lost my grip.  I slumped against the tiled wall and cried.  And yet somehow I didn’t fall all the way t

The Demon's Kiss: Chapter 2

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The Arrival

Her Silver Arrow, Part 2

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Her Silver Arrow, Part 2

  The soldiers moved quickly.  Their lanterns flickered in the cold, sputtering dull light and shadows across the snow.  General Kallock glowered as he watched them return, all bunched together like helpless pups.   "General, sir," Anders gasped, and saluted.  "The night grows colder, and the wind takes the lanterns out one by one, so that soon we will have no light.  We cannot continue, sir."   Kallock's scowl took all of them in.  His men didn't dare shiver, though he could tell by their faces the chill had soaked into their bones.  Many had their te

Before the Storm

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Before the Storm

  The rebels were coming, as promised.  Their ships – perhaps a dozen or so – appeared as tiny black flecks on a twilight canvass, distant enough that they seemed harmless.  But Mystrus had seen these ships up close: bulky war machines armed to their teeth, and so heavy that they groaned and shook when they flew.  In half an hour, they would be upon the colony.  It was time to rally her troops.  Mystrus sighed and leaned back against the deck railing.  She sucked deeply on her cigarette and about an inch of it crinkled to ash.  She took pleasure in slowly blowing the smoke at the rebel ships.  For a moment they disappeared in the

Her Silver Arrow, Part 1

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Her Silver Arrow, Part 1

  Arrows rained down from the hazy sky with deadly speed; they hit the snow with a vicious crunch and disappeared completely, while more seemingly materialised in the mist overhead; the onslaught was endless.  Desperately half-crawling, half-digging through the deep snow, a young girl – not yet seventeen – tried to evade the falling sticks of death, though her arms were weak from shivering and the cold.  Her blue eyes, rimmed with ice, streamed tears that froze partway down her face; tangled and drenched with snow, her soft, purple hair flowed out from a dark grey beanie.  Then, with a puff of

My Little Emilie

M

My Little Emilie

With the simple pull of a trigger, my daughter's life fell away into nothingness; I felt like I even saw her thin, yellow lifeline shrivel and evaporate in the surrounding blackness.  But still, I clutched at her body, for all it was worth – and it was worth so very, very much, even now. The splashing of the gunman's footsteps faded rapidly, till the only sounds were the rain, falling into its own puddles on the bitumen, and the sobbing of a broken father. I held her to my breast; her blood was still warm, and the rain was steadily washing it away.  But I couldn't let go; I had to feel the last moment of warmth from this young, beautif

Solace -excerpt-

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Solace -excerpt-

  Colonel Rastov witnessed the chaos from a distance, and already he was racing towards the action.  Unlike most of the soldiers, dazed and confused, he could see the Skruns surging onto the landing pad towards them.  He'd already dropped the heavy rocket launcher.  As he ran he fired blindly at the Skruns with his shotgun, and four of them tumbled over and disappeared under the charging, hissing, unstoppable wave.  An unusual furrow deepened his brow.  This wasn't happening the way it was supposed to.  Why were the Skruns in such a position of advantage?  How had things come to this so quickly?!  "My God..." Karos gasped.  The Skruns in

The Demon's Kiss: Chapter 5

The Demon's Kiss: Chapter 4

T

The Demon's Kiss: Chapter 4

  I couldn’t do this anymore.  My body turned to ice.  A soul-wrenching fear gripped me and shook my body like a rag doll in a blizzard.  My body was ready to give in; my mind was ready to shatter.  Because there was blood, splattered across the school fence.  I’d been teetering on the edge of sanity’s precipice all morning.  I’d clung to every hope I had that everything had been another nightmare, that it would all go away.  But when I went to have a shower, and I saw the Mark glistening black on my skin, I lost my grip.  I slumped against the tiled wall and cried.  And yet somehow I didn’t fall all the way t

The Demon's Kiss: Chapter 2

The Demon's Kiss: Chapter 1

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The Demon's Kiss: Chapter 1

  I’ll never forgive the demons for what they did.  To me, to my family.  They left a hole in my heart, one that throbs with sorrow, aches for revenge.  One that can never heal.   Dad goes on as if nothing happened.  That’s possibly the worst way to deal with it.  Soon it’s gonna catch up to him and hit him all at once at a million miles an hour.  When that happens, what shambles remain of our broken family will fall away.   My older brother Greg acts in pretty much the same way, keeping it bottled up inside.  He was never one

Tragic Beauty

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Tragic Beauty

I remember lying in my hospital bed at the physical rehabilitation facility, far too many years ago,  staring at a picture of a little girl. Someone had brought it in for me, though I didn't remember who or why. In the picture she was wearing shorts, and leaning to feed bread to the ducks gathered around her. I stared at the little girl's legs and cried. She was beautiful. "I broke you," I whispered to her. "I'm so sorry I broke you. I never meant to. Please, forgive me." And she did, of course. But I'm not sure if that made it better or worse. There was a poet staying in the room next to me. He was a brain trauma patient, unlike me. For so

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The Snow Leopard

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The Snow Leopard

  Snow leopards cannot roar.  We cannot scream our frustrations to the roiling clouds, or the snow-strewn peaks.  If we could, would our cries be lost on the wind, a blistering flurry of needle-sharp snow that paints the mountainside and sweeps aside any weaknesses?  For only the strongest can survive the Peaks.  We were once strong, but our numbers have dwindled.  Food is scarce.  Man invades our territories, as they have for centuries.  This time they hunt in packs.  It is a sport for them, to come after us.  Sometimes they wear us, a mockery far worse than killing.  If we kill, we do it only for our own survival.  We are not proud of it.
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Hey there! I write weird and emotional short stories, and long fantasy epics.

I currently live in Thailand and spend my free time reading/writing, studying Thai, and ordering "how to write" books off Amazon. I really want to be published someday, but I need your help and advice to get me there. Every tidbit from every person is appreciated!

Oh, and I keep a travel blog.

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The Dark Knight, Being John Malkovich, Cloverfield
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Game of Thrones, Breaking Bad, The Walking Dead, 24
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John Marsden, Robin Hobb
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Is Your Muse Dangerous?

Is Your Muse Dangerous?

Do you willingly follow the lead of the wild, tempestuous muse inside you?  Or are you afraid of where it will take you? I wish we could all say we fall into the former category, but do you find you sometimes hold back in your writing?  It's all too easy to wonder what other people may think about certain themes, images, ideas conjured by our immature muse.  After all, the audience will accredit such ideas to "who you truly are"... because if your muse comes up with these twisted ideas, it must mean that you are twisted too.  Deep down inside. It's scary.  The word "fiction" means nothing to them. This is my challenge: to have an emotional

About Passion

About Passion

Over the last three years, I haven't done a whole heap of writing.  Three deviations in this time is testament to that! But writing is still one of my passions.  It even has a mind of its own, coming and going when it pleases.  (Mostly going.)  I realise this isn't how it's supposed to be and I'm working to make my output more frequent. This past year I've been particularly inspired by the story of mree, a fellow deviant who less than 3 weeks ago had her first novel published - to tremendously positive reviews.  Her book, Legend, is the first in a trilogy that is being touted as the next Hunger Games, and has already sold its film rights.

What I'm Doing

What I'm Doing

After 3 awesome years in Japan, I'm back in Australia!  But not for good.  I plan to move to Thailand this October (or thereabouts) to continue my travel-teaching adventures. In the meantime, I'm taking some time off to soak some Aussie culture in me again. And, mostly, to write. After over a year of drafting the next chapters of my fantasy story The Land of Thysmar, which I wrote last in 2005-2006, I decided to put it back on hiatus.  It was going really well, and I know I've improved so much because of it.  But there's still something limiting in resuming an old story without restarting it entirely.  I love it, but I guess I feel I've ou

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starrkatHobbyist Writer
Happy Birthday to you~ :D
foodpsycho Writer
Yay, thanks! :)
starrkatHobbyist Writer
Thanks for watching! Greatly appreciated, especially from such a writer as yourself :3
foodpsycho Writer
I like your style. Do you usually write horror?
You're most welcome. :) And thanks for the kind words.
starrkatHobbyist Writer
I'm actually just getting into horror. I have a ton of writing of other genres, but I need to tweak them a bit more.

And no problem :)
foodpsycho Writer
Cool, I look forward to them.