David's Writing Blog

She checked three times to make sure they had their tickets before leaving the hotel; he gave the others directions over the phone from the ...

The candle-topped skull on the end of the bar opened its mouth, and hissed: “Closing time. Cloooosing tiiiiime.” Borthen downed the last of...

  "I am here, Great One." "Do you have My sacrifice?" "I..." He paused, fearful, breathing heavy from the diff...

"We have... a problem." The Baroness rolled her eyes. " You may have a problem, but you've been paid handsomely. I...

“ Shake it off .” His eyes were closed, and he tasted blood and dust. There was cheering, and booing, and various shouts of encouragement an...

He staggered across the rocks and broken shells towards a figure waiting on the beach, trailing blood in the water from his cut-up feet; he ...

We’d meet in odd places to avoid been seen; the more isolated the better. We’d all spend the week learning a new one, some abjuration or evo...

Are you there? Can you hear me? They’d been here together, that day, just before the end. She’d been happy, she’d twirled with face upturned...

“You’re Fred? Sam’s friend?” “…Yes, ma’am.” It was later than normal for a delivery. “You can put the bags there, on the counter.” She tappe...

It was a castle once, with a bustling town around its base, but now it was a ruin surrounded by dense forest. The sorcerer climbed over a wa...

“There’s magic here,” she said, almost in a whisper, and then more loudly so Cara could hear clearly, “But of course there would be. Always ...

The service station bathroom was dirty, it stank, and the walls were stained colors she didn’t want to think about, but it had running water...

I know how Harold Penderman will die. I know because I caused it; or, more properly, I will have caused it. His crime, his transgression, t...

“Is that supposed to impress me? A stupid parlor trick?” “This?” the rock raised higher, began to spin slowly, tumble end-over-end. “No, I s...

I don’t need the tips; I mostly do it for the practice. Anything that requires concentration, requires a steady hand, nimble fingers… anythi...

He followed her uphill, struggling, wheezing while she climbed effortlessly. When he reached the top, she was reciting incantations in a lan...

“Listen, this isn’t working out.” It hadn’t been that long; I remembered his raspy voice. I picked up another crate and put it onto the stac...

The ghost was in the doorway, again, staring at him, again. “Go away.” She floated in, along the wall with the bookcases, a spectral fingert...

I killed a demon in the parking lot of a Waffle House three days ago. That’s not really the beginning of the story, but it’ll do for now. Si...

The bones slide and spin and skitter across the stone floor to construct a pile; they pull themselves up, end over end, one upon another, ba...