Writing Experiment: Tears of the Long-Mothers

This is an experiment of sorts, I was trying to get a better feel for Norse mythology, I guess you could say from the inside. The skeins of our lives are woven by the fates, but the threads of our being are spun by the long-mothers, our mothers and grandmothers back through eternity. They place their full love and hope into each strand for the joy and happiness of each that shall follow them, and...

Short Story: The Scales of Baldamar

And it came to pass one day that a girl came unto her father and said that she had fallen in love with the helper to the village blacksmith. “Father,” said she, “he is all I wish a man to be, fair of face and soothing voice and a manner as sweet as clover honey.”But the father was loath to give his permission for this man placed him under a foreboding. “Find another man that we may...

Very Short Story: A Mother will Fight…

This is less of a very short story than an snippet of an idea. Too often people make the mistake of assuming that heroes must be great muscle-bound knights, or look like Tarna on Heavy Metal. Heroes can be, and usually are, everyday people placed in extraordinary circumstances. When your get right down to it, the fury of a mother protecting her young is legendary in the animal kingdom, but is all...

Short Story: A sharp Rebuke

Endless, mind-numbing miles behind him and no reprieve in sight for the naked man staggering behind the irritably tireless horse. He wasn’t quite sure what woman had placed him in this particular predicament, there were so many after all. It would be his vanity that caused his downfall, he always knew this, but he expected this fall to be quick and painless, the sword to the chest or axe to the...

Short Story: Devil’s Dance Floor

“Well swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o Swing a little more, a little more next to me Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor” Devil’s Dance Floor © Flogging MollySilent slaves pulled the straps tight, covering the deep scars of his body with leather and steel, wrapping him in a cocoon of limited safety. Nine hundred...

Short Story: Wisdom of the Father

A son went unto his father early one morn and met his eye manfully and spoke proudly to his sire. “I have met the one woman, father,” said he proudly. “I love her with my whole heart, she is strong and wise and fair, and with your blessing shall I seek to wed.”“Sit you, my Son,” the father found a shaded place of repose and soaked up the shade on this already hot day. “Do you well...