They called him the Wolf Knight. His true name, if he’d ever had such a thing, had been forgotten, replaced by a thousand stories of his sword smoking with the blood of his enemies under a bright moon. His presence was said to make even the bravest knights of the realm weak with fear as … Continue reading Pilgrimage
Author: Nick
Charlie
Charlie put the cat down reluctantly and watched longingly as it wandered up to the door and through the cat flap its thoughtful owners had installed. She turned away and blinked in the bright sun. It was still cool, the first signs of Spring only just appearing and she wished that Summer felt closer. The … Continue reading Charlie
Shift’s End
A slab of light fell on MacMillan’s face through the window. It illuminated one eye, brown and bloodshot, a nose, broken in a childhood argument, and a jawline, half-weak, half-strong and with three day’s stubble on it. Officer Jordan watched him from the darkness of the patrol car’s passenger seat. An ambulance rattled the … Continue reading Shift’s End
In The Valley
Dust devils danced across the horizon, clearly visible even from behind the protective walls of the base, too regular and too fast to be natural phenomenon, especially so close to nightfall. Kayli called out for Elina and then triggered the alarm to put the base on alert. The third attack on her watch. She was … Continue reading In The Valley
The Red Tower
The tower stood on a cliff, white stone crumbling into the sea below and the swirl of the wind flecking the tower’s sandstone walls with salt spray. The tower had stood for centuries. Once, it was a guard tower for those keeping watch for invasion from the waves or maybe a high point from which … Continue reading The Red Tower
Little Marked One
Her footsteps were nightmares and she was only eleven. Only eleven with dark hair and eyes somewhere between purple dawn and orange sunset. They shone in the moonlight, but only if you weren’t looking, and this girl was going to save the world. At least, she was supposed to, but for the moment he was … Continue reading Little Marked One
Tailor Made
It was Locklear’s first time in the rain. He couldn’t say that he was enjoying it. The droplets of it beat at his fibres and soaked through to his lining in a way that made the wind chilling. His pockets were sodden, as though Mother Nature wanted them for a drinking cup. It was … Continue reading Tailor Made
The Hill at Dawn
Here's the latest flash piece for my writers' group. I set the prompt this time, which was 'The Hill at Dawn'. I left it quite late to get started, so what I have is a little unpolished, but nevertheless, here it is. I hope you enjoy it. Today I have the power of a god. … Continue reading The Hill at Dawn
Agoge
This is the story of a boy. No. Start again. This is a story about blood and sweat and sand. It is a story about the way sunlight feels on your skin and the way water runs down you back when the wind shakes it from the trees. It’s a story about a boy who … Continue reading Agoge
Ghost Story
The second of the two stories from the last writer's meeting. This is the first of the two I wrote, feeling a little bit flippant about ghost stories, since horror isn't something I haven't really dabbled in. So I twisted the specification of a ghost story to a fantasy genre with a silly pun. Hope … Continue reading Ghost Story
Nick Palmer 