A Promise of More

Brad was running late so headed straight to Sally’s house after the party. The kids were having so much fun, as was he that he had not realized how late it had gotten. He didn’t have time to go all the way across town to clean up and still make it...

Stolen Dance

“Come on, just give me a chance.” “You know I can’t do that, Lara.” “Once chance, Bobby, that’s all I’m asking for. Just one chance.” “Dan would have my head.” “Dan’s not here now is he? If I suck he’ll never know. If I don’t…” “If you don’t then...

It Was Just A Dream

I have the most interesting dreams at times. I don’t always remember them, or if I do wake up and remember I often forget them by the end of the day. The ones I remember? They are the ones that evoke feelings, strong feelings. Over the years there have...

Ep. 11: The Deal

Varcorak awoke in the deep of night. Dull, hot pain throbbed through his belly. His scarred stomach always ached when the swamp spoke to him in the tongue of storms, warning him of liars, thieves, and blades in the dark. Varcorak opened his eyes to bronze slits. Ailsa skulked...

Ep. 10: The Scar

Ailsa settled upon a thick blue blanket with silvery patches. Still damp from the bath, she hadn’t bothered to dress. She opened up her pack, glancing at the dragon. Varcorak sat on his haunches nearby, his finned tail curled around his paws. Pale blue light made the gray lines...

Ep. 9: The Pleasant Evening

Ailsa knelt beneath Varcorak’s outstretched wing, rubbing oil into the black and green canopy. The dragon’s wing membrane was sturdy as leather, but softer and quite warm. Tiny veins pulsed throughout it. A muscular joint behind Varcorak’s shoulder anchored his wing, with the membranes attached along his back from...

Ep. 8: The Plan

The first thing Ailsa did when they released her from jail was to demand a hot bath, a hot meal, and a night in a comfortable inn. She used the bath to wash the cell’s stench from her body, the meal to meet with a contact who worked in...

Ep. 7: The Massage

Ailsa followed the dragon to his sleeping area. Varcorak settled on his side upon a sprawl of blankets and cushions, his wings draped behind him. He plucked a silver goblet from his wine crate, uncorked a new bottle and poured some into the vessel. When he held the goblet...