Shapur – the original story

Concept art for the character "Shapur"

This is the first story I ever wrote. It’s the one that eventually inspired me to write and post the other stories featured on this blog. It also created the basis for the world of Shapur.

Traveler

Collin just wanted to have a quiet meal and sleep in a bed for a change. Unfortunately, The tavern was crowded tonight, the common room was loud, and all the rooms were occupied. He had managed to correlate his arrival with a group going to some festival somewhere and an unusual number of itinerant workers. Well, at least he knew his bad luck was still reliable.

I Used to have Hair, Then I faced a Dragon – or – My Hair’s On Fire!

Cursing as quietly as possible, Calvin ran from the cacophony of destruction. He had just discovered why dragon hunters shave their heads. He always assumed it was a sort of club thing or to look cool, but, in actuality, it is because a dragon setting your hair on fire is very painful. Not that he had ever planned on facing a dragon.

Village in the Trees

Right here in the palace were several huge trees. No, not that big. Those trees are tiny compared to these. Scattered under the trees were many houses connected by wandering paths. The ground was covered with a bewildering array of plants, grasses, and flowers, and a variety of domesticated animals roamed the landscape.

Pirates! (pt 5 – conclusion) Repel Boarders!

Time passed as the crew restlessly waited for the pursuing ship to finish reeling them in. The black skull on the blood red pirate flag grinned malevolently down at them. Imagination gave it a sinister aura that was felt even when turned away. Captain Rush and his Second stood in the lookout staring and trying to think of something to do.

Pirates! (pt 4) Waiting on the Edge

Unfinished concept art for a ship in the stories from the low gravity world

The uncertainty combined with the endless monotony of waiting was driving her crazy. She got up, picked her way quietly through the crowded room, and cracked the door open.

“Ma’am, when the trouble starts you won’t have to open the door to hear it.”

Delia started and whirled to face the voice. She found two very alert and slightly watery eyes looking back at her.