Tag: Fiction

  • INVINCIBLE Part Two: Sujiang

    The Shenwujun labored through most of the night, picking through the remains of the rebel camp. In the fullness of time, the internal troops regrouped and returned, but by then there was nothing more for them to do. The Shenwujun made camp upriver of the rebel camp, and bedded down for the few hours to…

  • INVINCIBLE Part One: Blood and Fire

    Zhang Tianyou hated working with internal troops. The Shenwujun did all the hard work, while they claimed all the glory. Shenwujun like him. Zhang lowered to a knee, steadying himself against a hardy tree. By the light of the crescent moon, he saw the rebel encampment, two li away, situated by a burbling river. Defended…

  • Signal Boost: WAR DEMONS by Russell Newquist

    After five years of war in Afghanistan, Michael Alexander returns home a broken man, haunted by the ghosts of war. Returning to Georgia, he tries to start a new life. But something evil followed him from the mountains of Afghanistan, it’s tearing up everything in its path, and Michael is squarely in its sights. To…

  • Can Steemit Revitalise Short Fiction?

    A century ago, pulp magazines were the popular entertainment of the working class. Cheap and ubiquitous, the pulps brought exciting tales of action and adventure to the everyman. Fiction was no longer the pursuit of the leisure class; it was now within the reach of regular people. And the secret was length. Back, popular fiction…

  • TWO LIVES: Part 5 of 5

    Two scenes in a row. That was intense. I wiped the sweat from my brow—and then I realized I was mimicking the upwards parry Akira had used. My heart thumped in my chest. Blood pumped to my fists and feet. I had to get a grip. That battle was long in the past. I had…

  • TWO LIVES: Part 4 of 5

    My heart thudded sharply in my chest. I hadn’t seen that coming. Cold crept through my chest. I breathed through it, focusing blanking out everything but the cycling of air through my lungs. A shard of grief embedded in my heart. Centuries removed from the event, I still felt the echo of the trauma; I…