Dance With Death – – Available Now! Dance With Death – – Available Now! By Megan Cutler | September 20, 2016 | Comments 0 Comment Life has thrown me a lot of curve balls on the way to this release, but I remained determined. Now I’m pleased to present to you Chapter 4 of Eternity’s Empire! If all goes well, Chapter 5 should be in your hands by October 18th. The entire dig is in an uproar. Mere days after … Read More Read More
Nightmare Nightmare By Megan Cutler | September 16, 2016 | Comments 2 comments A sea of tall grass swayed in the stiff breeze. Colored blossoms bobbed and danced between the stalks, bright splotches of color like dots of paint still wet from the artists’ brush. Sunlight filled a sky empty of clouds and bluer than she’d ever seen. On the corner of her vision, Domerin Lorcasf stooped to … Read More Read More
Obsession Revisited Obsession Revisited By Megan Cutler | September 9, 2016 | Comments 0 Comment Domerin’s smile faltered and he rushed to replace it with a false approximation. His partner was sensitive to his moods these days, especially those remotely negative, and he wasn’t in the mood for another argument. For months Kail had gone on about the Winter Solstice Ball in the capital, so enamored with the idea of … Read More Read More
Time Sensitive Mail Time Sensitive Mail By Megan Cutler | September 2, 2016 | Comments 3 comments Beneath the half-finished designs of a wedding dress, beside the discarded plan for a new type of directed explosive, sat a half-finished letter. Ves plucked it from the pile of disorganized chaos, folded it carefully and tucked it into the envelope with the rest. That left only the final piece of correspondence. She had spent … Read More Read More
12 Hours Before the End 12 Hours Before the End By Megan Cutler | August 26, 2016 | Comments 3 comments “This isn’t goodbye.” Domerin couldn’t blame his daughter for her skeptical expression. She had taken one look at him when he said Hello, Sunshine, and her face had turned ashen pale. Her demand to know what was happening was a reasonable one, but the answer was complex and he had never been good with words, … Read More Read More
Stop Leaving Bodies in the Kitchen Stop Leaving Bodies in the Kitchen By Megan Cutler | August 19, 2016 | Comments 2 comments “Son of a-” Kestrel announced his arrival to the kitchen with a loud thud. Silkfoot echoed it moments later as he tried to stand and smacked his head against the interior of the cupboard into which he’d been leaning. He grunted, rubbed the sore spot on the side of his scalp and carefully extracted his … Read More Read More
Why Do You Keep Pretending? Why Do You Keep Pretending? By Megan Cutler | August 12, 2016 | Comments 2 comments The thrashing never woke him up anymore. He’d grown too used to it. That bothered him. In the past, he’d been able to apply a gentle prod or a soft murmur, even if he pretended to be asleep afterward. Now he didn’t wake until he heard the loud thump indicating Domerin had run into one … Read More Read More
Everybody Knows Everybody Knows By Megan Cutler | July 22, 2016 | Comments 3 comments “Hello World?” Xavior sneered. “Can’t I write something else? Something more interesting?” Lilianna drew a deep breath and released one of her long-suffering sighs that indicated silently how difficult her only friend made her life. “No! Every programmer writes the same first program in every language. It’s a tradition! What was the first thing you … Read More Read More
The Air Smelled of the Coming Storm The Air Smelled of the Coming Storm By Megan Cutler | July 8, 2016 | Comments 2 comments The air smelled of the coming storm. From the ridge above he could almost taste it. The acrid tang of blood, sweat and black powder. The heavy ping of the blacksmith’s hammer honing steel formed its own thunder, the cadence of drums to which the soldiers would march. The first light of dawn set the … Read More Read More
A Dream Changes Everything A Dream Changes Everything By Megan Cutler | July 1, 2016 | Comments 1 comment Nimble fingers slid between pocket and wallet without the owner taking notice. They moved by matter of inches, yet completed their task within seconds. By the time the owner’s hip collided with the thief’s shoulders, it was too late. The wallet had been firmly stashed in a new pocket, a deep inner pocket located on … Read More Read More