Supreme Sorcerer Grant King admired his three piece suit before a full length mirror. “Supreme Sorcerer” wasn’t a legal title. Yet. Once he became ruler of the world, he would make it legal and give it to himself. He leaned into the mirror for a better look. Hair, perfect. Smile, perfect. Black dress shoes, as … Continue reading The Frying Pan (pt. 4)
Lally exited the charts office carrying several rolled maps under his arm. His straw hat was cocked back on his short dark hair away from scrapes on his forehead, beginning to scab over. Nasty scratches darkened his chin and the bridge of his nose. A split lower lip showed several day's worth of healing although, … Continue reading Skill, Luck, and Terrible Ideas (pt. 3)
After a dinner of green salad and a baked pasta casserole, the family convened on the living room couch in front of the TV. Dad sat at one end and his son sat on the other with the frying pan on the ottoman near his son's elbow. They left a space in the middle for … Continue reading The Frying Pan (pt. 3)
The strong scent of operating-room grade disinfectants didn't faze Mario Zikmund as he followed the last of the chatting medical assistants through the darkened office, shutting off the remaining lights and closing doors as he went. I love closing on Fridays. As the office manager, it was his duty to balance the needs of the … Continue reading The Dragon King’s Medic (pt. 1)
A stone staircase wrapped down the side of a vine-choked bluff overlooking a quiet coastal town. Single-story buildings with tile roofs clung to every hill and cliff face from the highest point of the narrow peninsula to the westernmost shoreline bristling with masts. On the first landing from the bottom of the stone staircase, Zvonko … Continue reading Skill, Luck, and Terrible Ideas (pt. 2)
When the teenage boy returned from school on Friday, he dropped his backpack on the kitchen table and excitedly told the orange cat about his day. It had been a good day. He'd aced two exams and finished all homework assignments between classes except for one. In a bottom cupboard to the left of the … Continue reading The Frying Pan (pt. 2)
I'm switch the title of the story from the working title "The 'Mesa' Story" to "Skill, Luck and Terrible Ideas." That is how the story will be addressed in future blog posts. Just wanted to give everyone a heads up. And that's it for the update (until tomorrow when the next scene will be ready). … Continue reading “Mesa” Story Update
“HEY, MESA!” I looked over at the sound of my name. At the time, I was holding a heavy crate of bottles for the old shop owner who was clearing a cluttered bench to accommodate the burden. On the step outside the open shop door, our local letter carrier waved an envelope over her head. … Continue reading The “Mesa” Story – The Beginning
Duri Rolvsson 