In the Year 305 of the Neorian calendar, tensions are rising on the Continent. The three Great Empires build up their military might, and the smaller nations follow suit. In the Halfsberg Kingdom, King Faust Halfsberg has passed away, increasing uncertainty in the continent. Following the Kingd...
This is a collection of short drafts and story ideas I’m experimenting with. None of these are final versions — I’m just trying out concepts to see what works and what doesn’t. Feel free to read, comment, and let me know which ones you think have potential.
Lysnora Luthienne Imperia and Olthros, two omnipotent gods hand-picked by none other than the almighty Akasha Mizary himself for a life changing "challenge" to go after a unknown enemy; a being they know nothing of made by Akasha just for the little party he planned for this world he created. Lys...
In a society where powers define your worth, two absolute nobodies are about to accidentally trigger a cosmic event that fractures time and space.
Liam died a broke, jobless game developer, but after making pixel art for the king of this afterlife; he’s been given the insurmountable task of illustrating a new edition of this worlds 'Bestiary'… or at least, to apprentice under the one illustrating it.
In the future alcohol grants anyone who drinks it magical abilities dependant on the way the drink is made. In this future in the North Outer Hall number 0 of humanities Arc number 4 fireball now gives you a fireball to hurl at any other bar patron.
When Isaac arrives in Bluefalls City after winning a lottery to attend Lake Heights Academy, it seems like nothing more than a fresh start—a quiet move to a new place, a new school, and a new routine. To settle in, Isaac joins the Photography Club, where he meets its charismatic leader, Andr...
The world is rotten. It was in my previous life. Still is in this one. Suits change. Titles too. But the monsters are the same: men with power, rehearsed smiles, and bloodstained hands no one sees. I made sure they did see it. Never missed a throw. Never left a name. Just a white ceramic kn...