The Iron Goblin (short fiction)

Tengu hadn’t meant to do it.

Her dad would be mad, but what choice did she have?

The village elders stood around the young goblin. The oldest of them, so old everyone just called him Elder, stood at the forefront. His wrinkled green skin had lost most of its color. He was gray with small faint green patches here and there.

“Tell us again what happened,” he said.

She did. It was all very ordinary until she got to the trolls. It’d been ages since anyone had seen one. She had always assumed they were imaginary, made up to scare young goblins. But these trolls, tall and spindly with sharp teeth and wicked spears, had been very real.

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Ogre Slayer (short fiction)

One man stood against an army.

He wasn’t much of a man. His tattered armor didn’t fit him well and wouldn’t be much protection against the hordes of monsters at the gates. His rusted sword might reach a giant’s thigh, and his shield already had a crack in it.

The general of the army of ogres and monstrous creatures stepped forward. “You challenge me to what?”

“Single combat,” said the man, who wasn’t actually a man, but a woman. The ogre general sometimes had trouble telling the sexes apart. Both were tiny things with squeaky voices. Sometimes, the females had long hair, but even that wasn’t always true. This one didn’t.

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Mistakes (commentary)

What’s worth noting is the more wrong someone is, the more emotionally determined they are to refuse to listen to someone else, even reasonable viewpoints. As I watch police forces across the country get more and more violent and downright indifferent to the effects of that violence, I wonder if this isn’t a byproduct of that effect.

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Adventuring Season (short fiction)

The barbarians were always the worst. Gendarme Wren did her best to avoid profiling, but anyone who walked the streets of her city in a loincloth was usually going to be trouble. Especially during Winter. It was cold outside. Have some sense. Put on a tunic.

After that, it was always the thieves. People stole. Wren understood that. Sometimes, even with good reasons. But anyone who actually went around calling themselves a thief with any amount of pride was bound to be an ass.

And wizards…

Everyone knew not to get Wren started on wizards.

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