Hi, I'm A. F. Stewart, and I write fantasy/sci-fi stories. These are three pieces of short fiction written for an online writing group:
Fourteen Days In The Desert
There isn’t much water left; I’d better find Haven soon or I’ll end just another corpse buried in the sand.
If it even exists. Maybe Haven is just a rumour. If it is, I’ve spent fourteen days in this forsaken desert for nothing, just to die of thirst. At least it will be a kinder death than the one I left behind.
Oh, please let Haven exist. Please let that city, that last infection free oasis, exist.
An Unexpected Visitor
I watch the candle flicker in mournful remembrance of our anniversary. Not of the day we were married, but of the day he tried to kill me, the day I killed him instead.
I’m still trying to understand why John changed, why he become so violent. It started when he consulted that researcher and they found that evil book. I’m not crazy; I know the voice John was hearing came from it.
What, oh someone’s at the door. I’d better answer it.
I open my front door to see John, holding a knife in the rotting flesh of his hand.
The Magic Lantern
I was too old to believe in buried treasure or magic, but I was bored and following this old map sounded like fun. Davy had found it at the bottom of his grandfather’s trunk, under some weird old costume. So here we were, at the entrance to this dark cave looking for a magic lantern of all things.
“Come on then, Jane, let’s go find this treasure.” Davy snickered and went in, his flashlight leading the way; I followed.
The map led us to a rock outcrop, and there it was, the Lantern.
Fourteen Days In The Desert
There isn’t much water left; I’d better find Haven soon or I’ll end just another corpse buried in the sand.
If it even exists. Maybe Haven is just a rumour. If it is, I’ve spent fourteen days in this forsaken desert for nothing, just to die of thirst. At least it will be a kinder death than the one I left behind.
Oh, please let Haven exist. Please let that city, that last infection free oasis, exist.
An Unexpected Visitor
I watch the candle flicker in mournful remembrance of our anniversary. Not of the day we were married, but of the day he tried to kill me, the day I killed him instead.
I’m still trying to understand why John changed, why he become so violent. It started when he consulted that researcher and they found that evil book.
I’m not crazy; I know the voice John was hearing came from it.
What, oh someone’s at the door. I’d better answer it.
I open my front door to see John, holding a knife in the rotting flesh of his hand.
The Magic Lantern
I was too old to believe in buried treasure or magic, but I was bored and following this old map sounded like fun. Davy had found it at the bottom of his grandfather’s trunk, under some weird old costume.
So here we were, at the entrance to this dark cave looking for a magic lantern of all things.
“Come on then, Jane, let’s go find this treasure.” Davy snickered and went in, his flashlight leading the way; I followed.
The map led us to a rock outcrop, and there it was, the Lantern.
And it glowed, green.