Tag: Fiction
The Peanut Butter Boys and the Horrific House
The smell was overpowering. He retched. He wasn’t even to the front door yet. “Who called this in?” He yelled over his shoulder.“The next door neighbor.” His partner said.Bill heard Sam loudly vomit behind him. Bill grimaced as he pulled out a mask. He pulled it over his ears. He…
Good God Damn: Repercussions
“Wake up Tark.” Red’s voice said.Tobias groaned. Yet again he was waking up after getting his ass handed to him. He opened his eyes, the dim light of the barracks stabbed his eyes. He felt a throbbing behind his eyes and tightness at the top of his head.“Fuck me.” he…
Good God Damn: Some Discipline
“Look out, Tark” Tobias heard someone yell. The sound of the fire was nearly deafening, so hearing anything at all was surprising.Tobias set himself into the center of the fire. There was something malicious in the fire. Something set on destroying him. He could feel someone there. He felt his…
Good God Damn: A Battle for Control
For Fist Epsilon, their 5th day was the first day that felt like they actually might find a routine. It was the same as the day before, well, same exercise, anyway. They ran, they did strange practice with their melee weapons, they ate, they practiced their ranged weapons, they joined…
Good God Damn: Coping with Sparks
For those of you new to this series, you can find the first entry here: Introducing, the Good God Damn. This is a weekly series I’m writing episodically. As soon as Tobias lurched into a run, his exhaustion vanished. It simply oozed away. He found that he was struggling to…
Good God Damn: Then Shit Got Real
As soon as the fist crossed the line into the frozen pitched battled, it became a real pitched battle. The blade of the closest halfling tore through a man. Sending his guts cascading to the ground. The hafling whirled and lunged towards the fist. Dar’kid acted quickly and put a…
Good God Damn: More Training?
Tobias woke. He expected to find himself wracked with pain. His shirt was off and he was in his under clothes, laying atop his bunk. The rest of the fist was sitting around his bunk. Tobias could feel a breeze sending goose bumps across his exposed chest.“Huh, still gets goose…
The Good God Damn: There was an attempt to learn a weapon
Tobias staggered to the barrack. His breath was ragged. He was the last one to enter the clearing. Each of the fist members was winded, but Tobias was breathing the heaviest. He wheezed as he limped to a stop. He unshouldered his bow and then swung his maul off his…
The Good God Damn: Sobering Run
The afternoon run came quickly for Tobias. His head felt both heavy and light. His feet didn’t want to move the way he wanted them to move. His speech sounded deeper, slower, and off. Red was so beautiful. He just couldn’t keep his eyes off her. He hoped she ran…
The Good God Damn: A drink to settle the nerves
Tobias staggered into the barracks. He didn’t even check to see if the rest of Epsilon was following behind. He needed to sit, to rest, to shake this off.He sat at the table, his legs were shaking. A halfling was at his side with a glass of water and a…