"They're about this high," Josh said while placing his hand to his waist. "They walk, sort of in a hopping manner." Josh Henderson swayed back and forth sitting on a stool. "And they usually carry something. And they love Halloween." "That sounds like half the tricker-treaters in this country Josh," Bill the bartender argued. Two men at the end of the bar b...
CHAPTER EIGHT: Heart of the Storm ----------------------------------------- ***ARAN: Sorral Plain, Ekistair*** The hollow turned from peacefully quiet to utter madness in mere seconds. Just as Aran and Smythe started shouting at the top of their lungs, shadows began to pour over the ridge that surrounded the hollow; small, humanoid shapes no taller tha...
Why Erila Hates Other Witches Steam billowed from the mountains in steady pulses. Seeping up through the pines, every few miles another steady sequence of steam rose into the air, giving the mountains a peaceful, living look. Viewed from above, the mountainside would have looked like a group of massive beasts breathing calmly in the winter cold. Seriously,...
Lyra yawned as the fire flickered mesmerizingly in front of them. She pulled the loose fur coat around her more tightly, staving away the chilly moisture of the cave. The mysterious man sipped gently on his hot water. "Where are you from, miss? You don't look like the kind of person to be wandering the Badlands on your own." Lyra shifted around uncomfortab...
Rain blearily returned to consciousness with a groan. His eyes stung painfully as blood had seeped in, dried, and crusted over. He tried to wipe and clear them as best he could with the back of his paw but it just made it worse. Scrabbling around blindly he managed to find the edge of a ragged blanket and rub his face with it. It helped, a little bit. With...
Lurking in the thick mountain forests of Albeon, hiding their homes in the mountains, are the goblin tribes, a menace upon the earth who cares only for themselves and their own survival. But still they are hunted, even the tribes who keep to themselves are killed for just being goblins, thus the goblins have begun to mobilize themselves to get better safety,...
Warning: The following story contains explicit violence, explicit sex, unfair racial stereotyping of goblins and ogres, bald-faced lies and innuendo, treachery, lazy misappropriation of pagan gods and goddesses, unsafe rooftop stunts, ego-driven consumption of alcohol, mass immolations, impalings, irreverence, arson, assault on religious workers, sentient-on...
"Calling all Goblins." It was a cheerful, deep-toned voice, and Laurie turned her attention away from the chore of trying to find the ripest melon on the stack in the produce bins to taking a straight shot look down the cereal aisle. There a good-looking young man was gathering in three racing young boys, ranging, it appeared, from the age of three up to fi...
Forenote: This story is about adventure, survival, actions, and romance. This is my first attempt at something like this so don't be harsh in the comments but I would love feedback. I know my paragraph spacing and use of quotations could be so much better but I'm learning. ***** "Hurry up Aaron" the girl said, swiftly dodging in and out of the trees in her...
The sun hung high over the goblin village. By now, every villager was already awake and tended to their duties or, if they finished them already, was either playing, resting or fucking (the goblin hobby par excellence). Of course, the village in general currently waited for the hunting party to return from their bi-weekly expedition into the forest surroundi...