“Infiltrate that party and find the traitor,” the voice in his ear pierce crackled. “He’s a dead man. Don’t you worry.” Thomas Redford...

A leaf blown about by the wind, a lone goose flying against a slate gray sky a piece of driftwood stranded in an eddy, an ever restless...

As we wrap up this year’s Men’s Adventure Spooktacular, I just want to take a moment to thank everyone who made this event possible. To...

Round of applause and a thank you to Jared Jenkins for this unique and engaging submission! Connect with the very talented Jared Jenkins...

A massive thank you to Justin Alcalá , this story was so great! Connect with Justin on his website: https://www.justincalcala.com/ or on...

Virgil put another log on the fire. Autumn had fallen in Massachusetts, and the air was crisp and cool. The embers in the fireplace cast...

There’s a thread that runs through the fabric of classic heroism, a thread we dare not let unravel. It’s the power of sincerity, the...

The next morning found Captain Owen waiting in the Lord Kelvane’s hall for an audience. Aside from aches from head to toe and an...

It was nearing sunset when the scouts Gambet had sent into the moors returned. Kass, the hoary haired old man that Gambet put in charge...

White seagulls wheeled overhead, gray waves crashed on an unknown shore. She moved up behind me quietly I had not noticed her before. ''...

A cloud of dirt mushroomed up around the drunk’s head as he collapsed into the earth. This time it hadn’t been too much drink. A silky...

The Price of Reputation by J.M. Turner Part II “How was your whore, Connors?” Gambet asked while he stirred a pot of thin gruel for...

The Price of Reputation by J.M. Turner Part I The scene that lay before him was grim. Bodies mangled, burned, or otherwise, clogged what...

“Damn, Billy; when’s the last time it rained?” asked Toots. “Hell. It had to be last June or maybe even May. It’s been a while, that’s...

The older man’s boots scraped over the loose forest floor, colored by burnt autumn leaves. His ax, firm in his calloused grip, trailed...