Duncan Dempsey
Stories (4/0)
From the Pinnacle...
“There weren’t always Dragons in the valley… Hogwash and baulderdash!” Bartholomew waved his hand through the air, dismissing the sentence. “I find it hard to believe, young Pippin, that you could find a more trite, unremarkable, and frankly,” he paused to find the magician in the lecture hall, “...and frankly banal opening line if you were allowed until the equinox for it!” Pippin slid down in his seat, trying to hide his face from the class. The Archmagister raised his chin and paced about the room.
By Duncan Dempsey2 years ago in Fiction
Death of the Fountain Giants
My fur bristles with remorse and excitement. These feelings are new to me, and I struggle to write down my thoughts. Forgive the haphazard nature of the script, I am not well practiced in the art. Among my people, I am learned, but that doesn’t mean much in the field of letters.
By Duncan Dempsey2 years ago in Fiction
Locked Up
For a long time, the darkness subsumed me. I was just another aspect of it’s all-enveloping grip. Another agent of the darkness, floating and fluttering around, blind and unaware of my surroundings. There are many creature and beings in this darkness, and there are many darknesses that do not harbor life. That’s what the darkness has told me, at least.
By Duncan Dempsey2 years ago in Fiction
The Priory
Fire rose in the dark. Flames flickered and faded in the night. As each new building caught, the fire grew in size, until it engulfed the entire structure, began to fade, caught a new building. A horrifying cycle. Hope dwindled in the townspeople’s eyes as they watched the fires rise. The Pastor had herded everyone out into the fields, far enough from the flames to be safe. The midnight wind blew the bran back and forth, and the shimmering way it danced in the moon and fire tickled the waists of its inhabitants, as if saying “Hello! We don’t often have visitors. Are you planning on staying long?” Another building caught, and with it came a fireball taller than the trees. The townspeople gave a grieving gasp. The smoke plume rose black against the night sky, visible through the torchlight of fire and the stars it obscured. With the Word of the Lord, the people’s Pastor tried to calm his flock.
By Duncan Dempsey3 years ago in Horror