A Chronicle of Lies - Chapter 8: Little Ones
Four thumps echoed throughout the house, like knuckles impacting on wood. Somebody was knocking at the door. Vincent knew he should get off the couch to see who it was, but he was distracted. Distracted by what? He could not remember. When he didn't...
A Chronicle of Lies - Chapter 16: Woven Land
It was a strange thing to awaken in the middle of The Fractured Meadows, surrounded by bipedal dragonoids getting ready for the day ahead. He could already feel a migraine forming at the sight. A low-hanging fog slowly poured over the jagged geometry...
A Chronicle of Lies - Chapter 9:
“The cornish mincers are attacking the foundations of being,” blared propaganda from the microwave. It had been passed down in the Cordell family for generations. His family would gather around it just as his father’s family did before that. At least,...
A Chronicle of Lies - Chapter 5: Wait...Dragons?
The Stalker, the IRS office, the incompetent asses who ran it, the horrible weather that caught him, the car crash, the deer that crashed through his windshield, all the events that led up to him screaming at an alien sky with vocal cords that did not...
A Chronicle of Lies - Chapter 14: The Relos
While Vincent packed his stuff into a burlap knapsack that Xalix lent to him, he heard new voices coming from outside. At first, he thought it was his phantoms making a return, but then he realized they belonged to his “escort". Tension drew his chest...
A Chronicle of Lies - Chapter 12: Dive
Wind rushed past his ears and its roar shattered into a thousand distortions. The chorus kept warning him that he was falling. They were practically screaming. The world orbited around him before it was obscured by green hair that whipped against his...
A Chronicle of Lies - Chapter 15: The Fractured Meadows
The traumatized terrain surrounded the three landriders. Fractures both big and small cut through the land, carving miniature canyons and valleys. Flowers and flora took refuge in these crevices, filling every crack. If the Badlands had been lush...
A Chronicle of Lies - Chapter 11: Lorix's Eye
Lorix’s Eye glimmered below as Vincent gazed upon it. It was a spring-fed lake with an ovoid, oblong shape. A yellowish-green shoreline of pristine water gradually yielded to a corona of dark greens, which abruptly dropped off into a blue cave forming...
A Chronicle of Lies - Chapter 19: A Kelta Cries
At some point during the night, the howling died to a faint whistle. The winds no longer threatened to strip the trees. Instead, they showered them with a light drizzle. The weather yawned with exhaustion before giving way to a clear sky. Insects...