The Consuming Gaze
The eyes follow me. They watch me. They are watching you too. They see you sitting in your chair. They feel the twinge in your lower back. They see you straighten as you feel it too. Do not look over your shoulder.
Son of Man
He had no recollection of the woman who stood before him. Her eyes spoke of familiarity and her stance promised peace. She had no fear of him. Almost as if…
The Price of Being No One
It always starts and ends with pain. True pain.A pain so vivid that your existence is torn inside out as cells contort, expand and then realign in a matter of…
The Blue Git
'Oy, where’s my Grobnik!?' bellowed Guzzla. He heaved angry breaths through his nose, breathing in the exhaust stink of the garage. A few pig-eyed orks from around the Mek Shop…
Fallen but Not Forgotten
The worst kind of defeat is forgetting. Forgetting those who we served with, not honoring those who fell. Because then what is it all for? - Anonymous Astra Imperium Soldier +++ Flash.…
Her Name
On the shrine world of Palma Alternum was Little Rat, a wiry girl just nine years old. She lived in the alleys, the places between the basilicas with towering spires that brushed the clouds, and churches as big as cities on other planets.
Quartermaster
Thick, fyceline laced smoke from a thousand guns obscured the dawn light. Though it was morning, it was difficult to tell. Sporadic artillery flashes could still be seen on the…