Jim looked through his coin pouch, enough for either a bed or food but definitely not both. He rubbed the back of his neck under the yellow bandana, exhaustion had hit him hard after that last job and he was too nice a person to take payment from a family living in such poverty. He … Continue reading Pride Collection: The Mercenary – short story
Artie watched the team – although he hesitated to title it thus, they were more like a collective of people without balance, organisation, or leadership. They stood, arguing in the forest, nobody able to decide which way to go. Artie shifted on his tree branch. The mage with an ice stave glanced around as the … Continue reading Party Of Five: Artie – Short Story #nationalstorytellingweek
T. groaned, trying to pick xemself up or at least move away from the side of the road. The thieves hadn’t left xem with much more than the clothes on xyr back and the huge battleaxe xe used. T. was pretty sure that the only reason the axe had been left behind was because it … Continue reading Party Of Five: T. – Short Story #nationalstorytellingweek
Reiley nodded “Absolutely, can do, no problem” She took the down payment and watched the Duke leave the inn’s tavern, grinning crookedly at the sheer volume of guards that went with him. “Now…” Reiley mused “if only I had a mage or two for long ranged attack” “Couldn’t help but overhear” Reiley turned to face … Continue reading Party Of Five: Reiley – Short Story #nationalstorytellingweek
Marian had heard it a thousand times before “Mages are ranged attackers”. Even so, when she found a stave with a blade on the end she was drawn to it. She’d never been particularly interested in the how’s and why’s of materials and crafting even in the magical properties of certain materials. She knew it … Continue reading Party Of Five: Marian – Short Story #nationalstorytellingweek
Sorrel rammed his stave into the ground by the lake, freezing a bridge of ice to cross. He knew he could have wandered down and found a natural crossing point like a fallen tree or shallow patch of water but he didn’t relish the thought of getting his boots wet again. In actuality, he could … Continue reading Party Of Five: Sorrel – Short Story #nationalstorytellingweek
“No, really,” Penelope said into the phone “you don’t have to set me up. You really – no, I’m already in – mum? Mum!” Penelope heard the beep that said her mother had hung up. She stared down at the blank phone screen and sighed heavily. How the heck was she going to explain this to Jason.