Short Fiction

Over the years I’ve written a number of little bits of fiction, as well as some longer bits, and I’ve decided to share some of them here.

Hralf, Hewer of Sagas

These are best read in order.

Hralf, Hewer of Sagas: A memory of Hralf, by one who knew him.

Hralf and the Inkstone of Carellia: Another memory of Hralf.

Hralf and the Bardic Voice: In which Hralf is horribly misunderstood.

Hralf and the Aesthetics of War Cries: In which Hralf learns the way of the bard.

Hralf and the Competition: In which Hralf meets his match.

Hralf and the Courts of Lore: In which Hralf learns to dislike lorists.

Hralf and the Fan Boy: In which Hralf saves a life.

Hralf and the Pot-Boilers: In which Hralf is more than usually larger than life.

Hralf and the Living Ziggurat of Doom: In which Hralf is not himself.

Hralf and the Thief of Tarts: In which Hralf is forced to make a decision.

Hralf and the Way of the Endless Veldt: In which all hangs on a new understanding.

Hralf and the Sphinx: In which riddles are asked, and answered.

Hralf and the Temple Guardian: In which Hralf achieves his life-long goals and settles down for good.

Older Stories

The Lonesome Death of Joe-Joe Valenti: A bit of hardboiled fiction. Sort of.

The Thing on the Patio: Sooner or later, everyone who has ever read H.P. Lovecraft has to try their hand at a Lovecraft pastiche. Here’s my own attempt to ring a few changes on a Lovecraft staple.

The Conspiracy: I wrote this shortly after being moved from my nice office with walls that went to the ceiling and a door that closed into a cubicle. But the events that follow, and the people to whom they occur, have no basis in reality. Fortunately.

The Old Man in the Hat Comes Back: An epic poem, with apologies and compliments to Doctors Tolkien and Seuss.