Frabjous previewThe hour was late, or early, depending on the point of view, and there I sat as usual, scribbling notes at my desk, the scratching of my pencil--fastidiously sharpened as always, lest you think less of me--the only sound save the rush of blood between my ears.Frabjous preview by Fafenheir
Now, don’t bother asking me what it was I was writing. For the life of me I can’t remember. Most likely the events to come are what pushed them from my memory, but I’m getting ahead of myself.
As I said before, the hour was late (or early!), and the lids of my eyes were growing very, very heavy. I was just about to call it a night when I heard a very sudden, and very sharp, knock at my door.
Keep in mind that when I say “my door” I do not mean my “front door”, rather my “bedroom door”. Also keep in mind, that I live alone, and had for the last two years, and that not one of my roommates had I seen fit to trust with a key during the time before. Needless to say, this knock on m
Behemoth: Chapter 1: A Very Special DaySlowly as they could, the boy’s eyes opened to meet the new day.Behemoth: Chapter 1: A Very Special Day by Fafenheir
“Cyrus, are you awake yet?” called the voice from downstairs.
Cyrus just grumbled and rolled over, pulling his blanket tighter. Just another hour. Or three.
“The sun’s been up an hour,” the voice continued. “You’re going to miss them!”
Miss them? Miss who, who would I—?
As sudden realization dawned, he sprang up and cast aside his threadbare sheets. “I’m up, I’m up!” he screamed as he rifled naked through the pile of clothes in the corner. Today was a special day—he couldn’t wear just anything. He settled on the least filthy clothes he could find: a white tunic that reached down to his knees, tied at the waist with a black sash.
He gave himself a quick check in the mirror, to make sure his brown hair was sitting properly. It wasn’t, of course, though he didn’t have time to fix it anyway. He ran down the stair
Oberon: Chapter 4: Success?It was halfway through jasper’s shift, and he was losing his mind. On arriving, Gerheiser had loaded him down with a mountain of tasks that the morning shift had ever so thoughtfully left behind. But his thoughts were elsewhere, and he had found himself making more mistakes that day than he had his entire first week on the job. After an unfortunate incident involving the Erotic Horror and Children’s Fiction sections, Gerheiser had relieved him of shelving duty and sent him down to the basement to assist Nikos with whatever it was the cytherean spent his time doing down there. Jasper had offered only feigned resistance, all the while clutching the black book hidden in his robe’s inner pocket.Oberon: Chapter 4: Success? by Fafenheir
Jasper came to the basement door to find it slightly ajar. Before he could wonder why, he received his answer when a pulse of mana pushed against him like a gust of wind. He jogged down the dark corridors to the eastern wall, where Nikos had moved several of the shelves to create
Oberon: Chapter 3: Blue as Tundra IceJasper slammed his fist on the alarm clock and shifted, setting his feet on the cold tile. The sun was beaming through the threadbare curtains. He glared at the clock. It was eight.Oberon: Chapter 3: Blue as Tundra Ice by Fafenheir
His hips and knees popped as he stood. He was far too young to feel so old. The hangover didn’t help.
And then he remembered.
In the middle of the floor, that black book, Oberon, was still there.
“Of course it’s still on the floor,” he whispered to himself. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
Then again, why was it here at all?
He crept toward the book with measured steps, either not realizing or caring how ridiculous he looked. With a trembling hand, he picked it up and examined it. It was definitely the same book as before. But the pages were no longer blank. Instead they were filled to the margins with diagrams and long lines of text written in some alphabet he didn’t recognize.
Deciding not to make a scene of it with Alka, Jasper left the book on t
SBTS: Chapter 1 - ApprenticeMorning brought a cool summer breeze through the bustling streets of the city, the air snaking between the endless black spires that stretched toward the horizon. Hidden within the shadows of these glistening towers, the surface teamed with life as thousands of Drones scurried along the metal walkways while others took to the trains that ran down the center of each street. It was a marvel of efficiency that reflected the true nature of its creators, the very creatures that practiced this perfect system. Though they were cowards, Drones were probably the most intelligent and logical thinkers to ever breathe, yet it seems fitting that their power would be hindered by a pacifist's fears. Like most Formics, their physical shape resembled an ant or beetle in a more humanoid form, but they were still indeed different from the other subspecies. Smaller and nimbler than their Worker counterparts, Drones were born runners, a talent that mat