Category Archives: Fiction

Short Fiction

Security Meeting

White House Marine 1

Someone stuffed a coffee into the president’s hand as he entered the Situation Room.  He glanced around.  If it was a full-blown meeting of the National Security Council, there were a few people behind him, but there were also a handful of extras, mostly from the military or intelligence.  The Chairman of the Joint Chiefs looked as groggy as he felt.

“Good morning, ladies and gentlemen,” he said as he took his seat.  “Well, technically morning.  What was so important that you had to get me up at 3 AM?  Are we at war?”

“No sir,” the Director of National Intelligence said.   He looked over at the director of the CIA.  “Jim, can you brief the president?”

“Good morning Mr. President.  Our sources tell us that the dictator of Iritastan has been assassinated.”

“Iritastan?”  The president looked unsure.  “I guess get State to write up a nice condolence and I’ll look at it in the actual morning.  Where’s Carol?” Continue reading

Mask – #writephoto


Photo by Sue Vincent

I am now up to part five of the story.  All of these are written to Sue’s #writephoto prompts.  Here is part one and here is part two and then there was part three.  Last week I posted part four.

— —

The guards ushered us into the throne room.  We were forced to our knees when we came before the king.  The king stood.  He had only been waist high when I saw him before, but he was now taller than me.  I am not gay, but I must say, he was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.  Fair folk was a very fitting word.

“Rawcliph, what brings you to my domain?” the king asked.

Rawcliph stood up and a guard pushed him back down.

“Well, your excellency, I have news,” the wizard said.  “Glumoric is awake and is planning on causing strife between your people and the humans.  He would like nothing better than an all-out war.”

“Do you think I don’t know this?” the king said.  “Glumoric sent an Emissary.  He reminded me that all of our problems were caused by your meddling.  We could very easily work behind the scenes and drive the humans into an all or nothing war, not against us but against themselves.  We need do nothing but wait and the world will be ours again, not just these musty old tunnels.” Continue reading



PHOTO PROMPT © Kent Bonham

A car pulled up behind me as I was stopped at a traffic light.  I didn’t often see a VW, so I studied it in my mirror.  To my shock, there was no driver.  When the light turned, it started off, just like normal.

Hitting a busy area, the car accelerated, moving into the oncoming traffic.

Thinking only by reflex, I rammed into the car as it passed.  The impact pushed me into a parked car and my world went black.

I was later told that if I hadn’t stopped it, the autonomous self-driven car-bomb would have killed dozens.

— — — Continue reading

On the Nature of Magic

OK, I’ll admit that parts of my upcoming book, The Fireborn, are a little tongue in cheek.  A big part of this is in rewriting the myths as the story goes on.  The main character, Elliot, is a bit of a storyteller.  The odd thing is, the more he changes his story the more reality changes to fit that story.

Here is an excerpt from close to the beginning where Elliot discusses magic with his older brother, William.  William does not go in for most of Elliot’s explanations and likes to stick with just the facts, thank you very much.

— — —

“Hold on right there,” William said.  “I’ve been going along with your mumbo-jumbo but I just have to put my foot down here with this mysticism, voodoo magic crap.  I mean, I’m a scientist and don’t believe in curses, the boogieman or magic.”

“Hmm, I know you’ve met my ex-wife,” Elliot answered. “I’m sure you understand curses.  As far as the Boogieman goes, when I couldn’t sleep at night, I used to go watch him play at ‘The Blue Page’ down in the Village back in New York.  By the way, thinking of good performances, have you ever seen a professional magician?”

“Of course, but that’s not what I mean,” said William.  “That’s just sleight of hand, trickery and illusion.  It’s simple once you know the secret, not ‘real’ magic.”

“I wouldn’t call some of those illusions simple, not by a stretch!” Elliot continued.  “Remember this, an audience member doesn’t know the secret.  To the lady sitting in the seventeenth row the magician is doing the impossible.  There’s no explanation of how he’s doing it.  She knows that the magician has to follow the same laws of physics as every other person who’s ever breathed, and yet her mind allows for the illusion and wants to believe he’s performing magic in much the same way that your mind allows itself to temporarily believe the Star Wars Universe is real.”

“What!” William broke in with mock surprise.  “You’re telling me Star Wars isn’t a documentary?!” Continue reading

Categorize This!

I was reading about Sub-Genre and decided to put in a comment.  Only, my comment soon took a life of it’s own.  (“It’s alive!”)  It wasn’t long before I had an entire blog post.  I hope you enjoy this little tale ;)

— — —

“Hey, what’cha doin’?”


“That looks like the same book you’ve been reading for months.  Are you rereading it over and over?”

“This is the ninth book in the series, moron.  Can’t you tell the difference?”

“I’m sorry, I haven’t looked all that closely.  I really haven’t noticed any difference in the covers.  What’s up?”

“OK, if you are so blind, I’ll tell you.  The first letter in the first word of the title changes for each volume.  It’s super obvious.”

“What’s this series about, then?”

“This high school girl is a bit of an outcast.  Of course she’s super pretty, ultra-smart, has the greatest personality in the world and comes from a rich family with all of the right social values, but her classmates just don’t understand.”

“Of course not.  Poor girl.”

“She meets a mysterious boy.  At the end of the first book she realizes that he’s a werewolf.”

“Not a vampire?  Too bad.” Continue reading

Messenger – #writephoto

Photo by Sue Vincent

I am now up to part four of the story.  All of these are written to Sue’s #writephoto prompts.  Here is part one and here is part two and then there was part three (last week)

— —

An ancient raven slowly beat its wings as it rose above the village.  Where was this?  I couldn’t figure it out.  For a moment I thought I saw Cate and Leo, only they were birds, not children.  It quickly grew hazy.  I heard voices and tried to make my way to them.  After a moment, I discovered that the way to the voices was as simple as opening my eyes.

At first I didn’t recognize my surroundings, but I soon realized that I was in the old underground cell, a prisoner of the dwarves.  I must have fallen asleep and had been dreaming.  And yet, I knew that Cate and Leo had been turned into birds and had escaped our prison to find help.

I glanced over at my companion, which was the source of the voices and did a double take.  The wizard was now twins.  Twins?  I looked closer and realized that the little man to the right was the magician I had been talking to, Whindell, while the other one was someone else. Continue reading

Ancient Magic



I had collected it all, quicksilver lightning captured in a jar and a candle made of the wax from Cleopatra’s bees.  Only the purest color yellow distilled from the sunlight in my window would do.  The bit of our star must illuminate a painting representing my heart’s desire.

“Why don’t you do it the old-fashioned way?”

I jumped.  I hadn’t heard Mom come in.


“Just talk to her.  Girls like that, you know.”

“But Mom, the ancient magic spell will ensure it.”

“I’m sorry, the magic she used is much older than that.”  Mom winked.

I’ll never understand girls.

— — —

Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo provided by © Janet Webb.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

What Goes Down

Fast as Light Mind

“Give it up, Ray.  We’ve looked at this a million times.  We see him entering.”  Jorge pointed to a figure on a screen.  “It matches perfectly.  We’re even sure that he has the gun.  This is the assassin.  We’re sure.  But he never left.  I think he got through the electrical closet and used the utility tunnel.  He had to have a key, so an employee.  A maintenance worker, perhaps?”

Ray stayed glued to the screen showing more security video.  “Stop,” he said.  “Him.  Right there.”  He pointed to a man on the screen.  “He never entered the building.”

“Oh, come on,” Jorge said.  “This guy is a good three inches shorter than the perp.  Different hair.  No mustache.  Walking different.  It’s all wrong.” Continue reading

The Fireborn – Promo Video


In the shadowy area where myth and history collide….

My book The Fireborn is almost ready to be published.  I decided to do a little promotional video for it.  Don’t you ever do things like that?  So I wrote (and played) a little music.  I made some drawings and paintings (two water colors and a pastel).  Did a bit of simple animation.  And here it is!

(Click here if you don’t see the video)

As the publishing date gets closer, I’ll start to introduce characters and ideas, often using stills from the video I made.

Who said marketing can’t be creative? ;)

(Note – the drawing at the top of the page was not used in the video – perhaps it will be in the next one)


Peace – #writephoto


Photo by Sue Vincent

This is part three of the story.  All of these are written to Sue’s #writephoto prompts.  Here is part one and here is part two (last week)

— —

I was sitting in the corner of the little prison waiting for the kids, my mind racing but getting nowhere, when I heard a cough.  I looked over and saw the old magician studying me.

“What do you know about the human-dwarf wars?” he asked.

“Dwarves are fiction,” I said.  I’m afraid I was a little irritable at the time.

He laughed.  “So those people who took you prisoner are fictional?  No, they are real and have been around even longer than humans.  Humans have known about them and call them many different names, some not so nice.  There are elves, leprechauns, wee people, gnomes, fairies, oh, a thousand more names, but they are all the same.  Different people see them different.  These particular folks, the ones holding us, just happen to be bearded, so you call them dwarfs or dwarves.” Continue reading