Testament: A Star Trek Serial – Chapter 8
A torrid gale roared across the desert, scouring Sparn and his nephew as they trudged toward the encampment where Yanash was last seen. “It may be,” Sparn confessed from the depths of his hood, “that…
A torrid gale roared across the desert, scouring Sparn and his nephew as they trudged toward the encampment where Yanash was last seen. “It may be,” Sparn confessed from the depths of his hood, “that…
“May I ask why you are traveling with an Elf-woman?” Skumbog inquired after they had arrived at the Great Hall of Mt. Gram. Skumbog had pea-green skin and dark hair. He resembled Gorbag, but his…
Magic. Sorcery. Wizards. They seem to be pretty essential components to any fantasy or whimsical story. And as a reader—and author—of fantasy novels, I’ve definitely discovered my fair share of magicians and sorcerers. However, in…
Greetings and Felicitations, Distinguished Ladies and Gentlemen… Our upcoming issue of Ink & Fairydust will be dedicated to period dramas, with a broad timeline of 16th-19th centuries. *Review and explore aspects of your favorite (or…
Harry and Snape’s conversations became much more literarily focused after the books came into the equation. The boy discovered that this old teacher had quite a hidden passion for the subject, and seemed just a…
ONE BAZAAR DAY: A STAR TREK FAN-FICTION STORY By M. C. Pehrson Word Count: 2,487 Rating: PG for mild violence and a kiss Summary: Spock and Nyota get themselves into trouble during a stop at…
Both J.R.R. Tolkien and C.S. Lewis are known to have been committed Christians for most of their professional lives (all of Tolkien’s professional life, actually), and it is also well known that this…
THE NINE MUSES By Aurora Mandeville, November 17 2016 Word Count: 168 Rating: G (suitable for all audiences) Summary: A brief review of the Nine Muses of Greek Mythology Erato is the Muse of romantic…
Author's Note: Jon Snow and Catelyn Stark’s relationship in Game of Thrones bothers me. How can you be that cold to a little boy? I wanted to write a tender moment between the two of them. Maybe…
Tossing, turning, and the night falling heavily, like a thick mantle of northern cloth. There was no moonlight, not even starlight, just the blackness of raven wings, and the weight of stone hearts.…
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