Harzlek

    Cast away in a prison in the guise of an asylum. A noble knight silently battled half-remembered thoughts. The descent into madness occurs rapidly when one is dead.    The knight began to weep at the thought of a family that may have been his, forced to fend for themselves. A grotesque rat nervously scurried across the floor, anxious the dead man would set upon it. The knight looked at it, revulsion showing through his mask of sorrow. his hand wandered up to hang from a ragged hole in the chest plate, over a hole where his heart should have been.    He was woken by a scraping sound. He knew not how long he slept, it could have been an

A day indistinguishable to others, the queen summoned her loyal knight, she spake these words. "Dost though have an observance, of the state of the holiness's affairs? Which I do mean to say that, dost thou observe any detriments in thy king?" Traas looked upon his queen, confusion and worry crossed his features. "My lady, my position, such as it is, is lowly and allows me not to critique mine superiors. Why, pray tell, dost thou ask this of me?! If I were to respond, treasonous I would be!" The queen, who was at all times faultless, pressed once more with her question. Traas reacted with inordinate displeasure, Alas! One must not dismis

A story to happen in the future, A time when the human race is aged. The date is unknown, Consensus is not present. Gone is war, not including strife. Civilization has stagnated The foreign kings and queens are aged with the high king most of all. The royalty appeared long ago to reassemble a race shattered. These people were alien to humanity, though, now the reason for taking control has been lost by them, their memories slowly faded. With a power unnatural, humans were subdued by beings immortal. A great monarchy has evolved into faux godliness. The hero of the empire, which we shall call the "realm" for the use of this story, was a knig

My life has been hard, though, most have had it worse. While some may call it luck, I like to think of it as prudence. I survived the end of days. Not, just barely. I actually emerged from the the debris of civilization better off than before.Although I do not wield as much power as in my former life, I am more satisfied with my current position. I work with a decent man. He may not seem so great on the outside; in fact, he is a cold and ruthless bastard that will use any situation, and I mean any, to better his own position. Overlooking all of that; after you chisel through the tough exterior, you find a deeply sympathetic man that has been

Once, people teemed over the planet, living their tiny little lives. Billions of people, loving, living, and, at the end of it all, dying Anything that lives has a finite amount of time to be conscious. All things end...including us. We, as a people, have always been struggling. What made us overcome many obstacles was the fact that we felt sympathy for each other. Yes, there were a few anomalies to that theory. But, as a whole, we felt a need to assist others in their struggle. No one can do it alone. The sad thing is, in the end, that one redeeming quality is what did us in. Staring in the face of extinction, the human race defiantly grit

 I take a deep breath, as did my wasp. A shudder runs down my spine, a shudder also runs down the spine of my wasp. I make ready to leap, as does my wasp. Connected we are. We are one, his mind, his body, one with me. He moves as I moves. We hunt for the benefit of the hive. I smirk, the wasp could not. The bond was not perfect, we had different forms. But we are strong, many a foe fell before our blows. We both have butterflies in our bellies. The leap is one of faith. His flight is unstable for maneuverability. Others often fall to the roiling depths, never to be seen again. Me and my wasp have never fallen. We are older, the chance

 Chief Analyst Martin Holdin entered his modest quarters about mid ship aboard the Magister Tutela holding a quarter ream of Crystael[, ultra-thin paper made from resilient crystal. He closed and locked his door, ensuring his privacy. As he aproached his worktable, the chair autamatically folded out and positioned itself in Martin's favored position. He dropped the stack of paper on the table with a highly audible thump and swung the magnifier over the first page. He was the Chief analyst because of his ability to devour and analyze information like no other. He quickly skimmed through the first hundred pages of the report, then slowing down

Little green men, All marching in a row. Little green men, You should look out below. Little green men, they are very small. Little green men, Sometimes they crawl.

 My thoughts were dwelling on ancient history while I ate my breakfast, alone among all the other pilots in the mess hall. I was alone because I did not want to dwell on what was going to happen later. The forty or so pilots part of the gamma group had an important mission briefing later in the morning. I was one of them. We were the most elite group in the fleet, a mixture of relatively new additions, but still veterans, and battle hardened ex-pirates. It was actually originally my idea of mixing the academy trained pilots with the volunteer pirates that felt they had to help with defending against the new threat. Of course, no one else but