Fiction

This is the current resting place of my very very old fiction writing, some of it going as far back as twenty years. Most of it reflects a different writer and a different person than I am now. It is difficult and painful for me to remember that writer and that person, now, but I know that these pieces hold deep nostalgia and importance to some of my readers, so I have carried this archive with me as I’ve changed hosts and sites over the years. Here is my old site, preserved in amber, for those with that nostalgia for the writer I used to be.

And no, I haven’t abandoned all of these, some are still ongoing, though they inevitably change in style and content as the stories progress, reflecting my years of growth and change. There may be new content added over time, but the progress is glacial.

temjohnth2Join me on an ancient mountain, in the shadow of a peak, in a house built on dreams where Tem and John you’ll meet…

 

 

fireth2Or take a walk on the darker side of the Denver city streets, where it is the Phoenix of Black Fire you may seek…

 

 

precipiceth2If you’re ready to brave the heights at the top of the abyss, join Ryan and Michael and Tem before John at the edge of the Precipice.

 

 

 

godsth2 Should you wish to dance with fate, step into the world of Dylan and Tay. Where life proves so fleeting as breath o’er the sea, so too will you question What Gods are These?

 

 

 

othersth2To see what things from single seeds of magic here have grown, take a peek behind this door at the tales that stand alone.

 

 

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