Happy April Fool's Day! No joke, here's the 4th part of One Night: A Short Series. Sorry for the wait, I ended up rewriting this part. #fiction #fantasy #shortseries #series #shortstory

Confronted with such frightening eyes Jason retreated a step, but like a trapped deer, he couldn’t look away, enchanted by the mystifyin charisma of Li’i’s eyes.

“The fuck! Oi!” Jon surprised. 

He was rightly startled by Li’i’s abrupt disappearance and reappearance in front of Jason. 

As he trained, he quickly raised his gun and positioned himself so that Jason wasn’t in direct line of…

One Night: A Short Series – Part 3: Li’i

After checking on Jason, and giving in to his excuses, his parents returned to their bedroom. They sat at the edge of the bed and leaned against each other. Comforting one another in silences, eyes unfocused. They remained in the position for a few minutes. Jason’s mother inhaled and sighed, coming out of her daze.

“Jon, we should get some sleep.” She said in low voice, straighten up and…

Part 2 Coming Soon!

Almost finished with part two of my short story series, One Night. Just need to go over it a bit and then I’ll share it with you all.

Moreover, it’ll be a short one in prep for a longer third part.

Little wolf, little wolf How they fear your potential Your majesty How they cower at your strength, ferocity, and determination What fools! With fearful hands, they paint you the villain a monster in fairy tales

Little wolf, little wolf Beware, but do not fear these fools For what they fear, you are loved Oh, how you are beloved! Herald as royalty of the forest Worshipped as heroes and deities

Litt…

It began, like all things before, from within – the Change. Their once golden blood darkened to an iridescent black. Their battle wounds festered and infected with the by of the new world Hatred and lost consumed the minds of the Fallen. Their innate gentle dispositions became twisted and demented.

Grotesque! Utterly grotesque! The outside manifestation on their hate. Feathers fell, leaving behind…

And so they fell, defeated and broken. The Loved Ones, No longer loved by their Father – Their King. Cast out for the crime of daring to live by self-design. And so they fell, like shooting stars. Broken and burning. Wings twisted, torn – useless.

And so they landed…

TIP the Bard!

I am King…

Yet I rule over nothing. I am but a puppet in a play. A coddled child, given the illusion of power. My power has long been stolen – generation upon generations ago – By swine and rats! Whom seek nothing but to gorge themselves on riches and beauty!

To feed their hunger These swine and rats became the puppeteers. The Masters of Ceremonies – False Ceremonies, which placed this twisted ring…

The Man in His Bubble

Everything before today means nothing, seems to be the world today. Ignoring the edification one can gain from the tribulations and victories of those afore.

To plow through and learn nothing of the past — pure and utter foolishness! Stagnant water is poison!

Everything before today matters not, if today is the same as yesterday.

Said the man in his bubble.

TIP the Bard!