Known as Adrian in his waking life, he is a very strange man who is considerably better at procrastination than he is at writing. He is an English major, in case you couldn’t tell.
Stories
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I, Khaos!
There was one form of magic the tyrant had not mastered: death magic. And so the young actor who had seen his own mother and father tortured to death before his eyes had to master it. He forged his own death into a sword tempered in a child’s blo...
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The First Love
When he awoke he was alone in the garden except for the One Who was always with him, until he heard a rustling of branches. “Who—who are you? He drew back from the beautiful creature before him, first in fear, then in wonder.
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A Cold Day In Between
My name is Danny Morita and I’m a Shinigami. That means “death spirit,” more or less. For those of you who watch those new-fangled Japanese cartoons, we don’t go around fighting people with stupidly huge swords or drop killer no...
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The Fall of the House of Hermes
“We have no time to mourn,” growled Ferrum. “We have to leave before the Sun rises.” “I’m afraid he’s right,” said Lurgy. “Let’s go to the Airship.” They all ascended the tower’s l...
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A Forceful Proposal
My Dearest Lumina, I am Doctor Fellflame Von Khaos, Mage-King of the Charnel World! For many months have I observed your world through the Cosmic-Scope, preparing to crush it beneath my feet. But when I glimpsed you my heart was consumed with passion t...
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Cape Fear
Dear Emily, I’m sorry. I love, respect, and admire you in every way but I just can’t live with the fear any longer. Why did you take so long to tell me? When I wondered about all the time you spent away you told me it was because of work. I...
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Alas Poor War-bot
I was born, after a fashion, in a brightly lit underground complex beneath Tomorrow City. After accessing its records I found that I was built by the US Government as a weapon. They never meant for me to be sentient and had no idea that I was. I prefer...
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Death of an Alchemist
And then the color of the the old man’s aura changed from white to yellow and then to red. He screamed a scream of pain and ecstasy and the girl, knowing fear for the first time, looked away. When the light died down there was only a puddle of a ...
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The Great Work
The entire room was filled with an enormous machine, made up of bronze gears and tubes engraved with ancient symbols. No one fully knew what they meant anymore but the books of the ancestors of the House of Hermes at least gave some clues in their cryp...
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The Turning
The last mage remembers the word.
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The Sacrifice is Ended
And then the gaping black wound in the world closed and everything was as it had been before. The cicadas whirred in the deep shadows of the nearby woods and the moonlight shone upon the altar older than mankind. There was only one difference: the thin...
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Let's Write
Writing is like any other kind of work. Most of the time it isn’t easy, glamorous or fun. It’s staring at the blank page or screen wondering where all the inspiration you had when you started has suddenly gone. It’s wondering why the ...
