• The Case of the Disappearing Dishes - a short story

    The Case of the Disappearing Dishes

    This may or may not have been inspired by recent events… She had a mystery on her hands, and desperately needed help. But the police thought she’d cracked under the strain and, because of the coronavirus pandemic, the private eyes had been deemed non-essential. It was ridiculous if you asked her. But no one had. Who cared what a solitary housewife thought? No, it was up to her to crack the case. The case of the disappearing dishes. Every night, she loaded up the dishwasher. Everything was accounted for. It was full and ready for a thorough sanitization. After being used by three kids and two adults, they desperately needed…

  • Raven, Chapter 6-a

    Chapter Six When I woke up, I was in some kind of cavern. Only Aven was with me. He asked me why those boys had attacked me and I said it was because I was stealing. He gave me a peculiar look, then said I wasn’t very good at it yet, but he would teach me. -writing on the wall The shriek irritated him, but didn’t interrupt his breakfast. At least not until the downstairs maid rushed into the dining room and skidded to a stop at the side of his chair. He glanced over at her, taking in her heaving breasts as she tried to catch her breath and…

  • Dreams

    Melanie had never been one to inspire anger in anyone. She was kindness itself. Yet, that night when he went to bed beside her sleeping form, he was angry at her. And he didn’t know why. Uriel never became angry with Melanie. But he dreamed of anger, directed at her. * * * Melanie watched him fearfully as he examined an assortment of knives, daggers, and swords. Uriel had tied her down on the bed, the heavy rope nearly cutting off her circulation to her hands and feet. Then he turned to her, empty-handed. “Uriel—” “Quiet, Melanie,” he snarled as he slowly walked to the bed. He held out his…

  • Raven, Chapter 2-b

    Lady Nyana Almi sniffed and turned her head slightly, the flowers laced into her jet black hair wavering with the turn, as she caught sight of Lord Sarlik and his daughter. Beside her, her husband glanced at Lord Sarlik and then to his wife. It was Nyana’s family that had been enmeshed in the feud for generations; he had merely married into it. But he had quickly become a willing participant after Lord Sarlik had hospitalized his brother. “Pay them no mind, love,” Lord Emeri Almi said softly. “We knew that today was a pleasant day and much of the nobility would be out in the gardens. It was inevitable…