Fantasy, Order of Perseus Series, Short Stories

The Scarlet Warriors (Part 2): A Short Story

Continued from Part 1 … Scarlett ran. Never in her six years as a hunter had she run from a fight, but as the ground began to shake beneath her feet to the thundering beat of hundred shifting legs moving in time, terror won out over training. Her cloak fanned behind her, and her hood slipped off.… Continue reading The Scarlet Warriors (Part 2): A Short Story

Fantasy, Order of Perseus Series, Short Stories

The Scarlet Warriors (Part 1): A Short Story

(AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is the third installment in my Order of Perseus series. All three can stand on their own, but if you’d like, you can read Scarlett’s story here and Taiyō’s here. In “Scarlet Warriors,” the two characters come together.)  Cappuccino-sipping patrons looked up from froth-lined mugs and craned their necks to see through crowded bodies… Continue reading The Scarlet Warriors (Part 1): A Short Story

Horror, Short Stories

A Drain on the Neighborhood: A Short Story

My Dearest Friend, Phillipe, I hope this letter finds you in good health, you old egg. I myself have been under siege of late. But of course, that is what happens when you are forged from a different mold, as are you and I. The feeble-minded still inherit the earth, and they try to feast… Continue reading A Drain on the Neighborhood: A Short Story

Horror, Mystery, Short Stories

We Are But Echoes: A Short Story

The primary choice of transportation entertainment for most malls is a choo-choo train. The Riverbend Galleria had a trolley. Bright red. Green roof. Thin black track embedded in the marble tile floor. Riverbend Galleria painted on the side in yellow. It didn’t chugga-chugga; it clicked like a card threaded through bicycle spokes. It didn’t blow… Continue reading We Are But Echoes: A Short Story

Fantasy, Order of Perseus Series, Short Stories

Specimen: Unknown — A Short Story

Scarlett edged further down the roof on her belly, dark blue cloak drawn over her head. The police circled the body like buzzards with fresh carrion. Scarlett felt sick to her stomach. She had been so close this time. A glimpse of a dark cape, clawed hands, strange four-toed footprints. She’d only lost the trail… Continue reading Specimen: Unknown — A Short Story