Shellshocked II

by Costin Becheanu

Henri clenched his jaw in spite of the pain and tried to lean into the stone pillar at his back for support as his knees gave up and his head started spinning. The rope they’d...

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Delve II

by Costin Becheanu

The leprechaun scratched his back and stretched his legs closer to the small campfire. They were huddled next to an overhanging pair of rocks, somewhat safe from the deluge that...

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Delve

by Costin Becheanu

‘Could we please move this along?!’ Kozz desperately cried out; the leprechaun then threw his hands up and continued, ‘Those people are in grave danger and in dire need of an...

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Shellshocked

by Costin Becheanu

Dirt, shrapnel, and wood chippings were sent flying everywhere when another mortar round fell not 30 feet in front of the Gnomish trench, forcing the squads that were ready to advance...

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Time and time again

by Costin Becheanu

The town square was crowded, stifling, everybody shuffling crates and equipment between buildings, to and from tents, hovels, and improvised shacks. They were all paying close...

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Grave Circumstances

by Costin Becheanu

Kott paced up and down the cemetery wall, the odor from the now decaying corpses fueling his already seething rage. He turned on his heels, stared at the mountain of mulched, multicolored...

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Buzzkill

a (very) short story, by Costin Becheanu

It was time to step into the arena once again. His blood was boiling, his scarred, muscular body was taut, pulsing, ready for the bloody challenge ahead. He knew he had something to prove, after all his Lanista had just acquired him and he had others to compete...

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What's in it for me?

a Star Wars short story, by Costin Becheanu

Taran Shkrin was winding through the bustling streets, anxious to make the meeting on time and hopefully avoid any Stormtrooper entanglements along the way. This meant the Twi’lek was dodging in and out of every intersecting alleyway, doubling back on himself to...

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Dead End… ?

A 1920+ short, by Costin Becheanu

“There’s nothing to report West.” Olga hung her radio on her shoulder strap, adjusted her grip on the rifle and kept moving forward. The woods were clearing up and she could see past the edge of them, onto the soaking wet plains ahead, even starting to make out...

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Blanket Statement

by Costin Becheanu

It had been a very long time since a new relic had last been deemed safe for Central Expositorium display, accessible to the masses, so most had forgotten what excitement such an event brought. Some children had yet to ever see an unveiling first-hand, even...

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