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The Fires of Killian (The Winger Chronicles, chapter 2, episode 2)


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Massive stone towers reached toward the sky in front of them. Some were no more than piles of broken rock.

“Whoa,” Liv whispered.

“Be careful where you step. These cliffs are dangerous.” Waves lapped at the beach, far below in the dying light of the setting sun.

Liv nodded and made for a wooden door at the base of the nearest tower.

“Wait,” Winger said, but she didn’t hear him and yanked on the door handle.

A puff of thick smoke billowed from inside.

“Get back to the trees,” Winger said as he pulled her backward by the shoulder.

A massive face, covered in sooty, gray scales, filled the doorway.

“Now!” he shouted.

Together, they turned and ran across rocks that could easily snap their ankles with a single misstep.

A ball of flame filled the air behind them.

“What was that thing?” Liv screamed through heavy spurts of breath.

“I don’t know. Just get to the trees and hide.”

Winger drew his gun and spun around. The familiar weight made his injured arm throb.

The area between him and the open door was empty. He backed toward the tree line with his gun held high. A shriek broke the air above and fire rained down.

Written for Sunday Photo Fiction.

Beyond the Ladder (The Winger Chronicles, chapter 2, episode 1)

88-11-november-23rd-2014“Giant birthday cakes?” Liv asked.

Winger looked up from replacing the torn stitches in his arm. “What?”

His eyes followed the line of her extended finger through the trees and laughed. “No, not birthday cake. The turrets of Killian. Nearly forgotten relics. They protected this land from the invaders of the north. Little good they did. Evil always finds a way in.”

“Can we go check them out? Please?”

Winger wrapped his injured arm with a new scrap of cloth from his bag.

He nodded. “It’s getting late, and that’s as good a place to rest as any.”

She smiled.

Written for Sunday Photo Fiction.

Winger has been wanting to come back for awhile now. I figured it was time to give in to his demands. I’m anxious to see where the journey takes this pair.

To catch up with Winger’s journey so far check out Chapter 1.

The House on the Hill

Photo Copyright - Björn Rudberg

Photo Copyright – Björn Rudberg

When the plague first hit we were too stupid and oblivious to know it. We all thought it was the flu. We were wrong. We found that out when the infected started dying. That would have been fine if they’d stayed dead. Unfortunately for us that didn’t happen.

Everyone knew the house on the cliff would be the safest in town, but that was the problem: everyone knew. There are sixty of us crammed in here and very little food to go around. When we run out, I think I’ll be better off taking my chances wandering among the infected.

This story was written for Friday Fictioneers. I’ll be on vacation next week, so I’ll probably miss the fun. I tend not to spend much (if any) time on the internet when I’m on vacation. Also, don’t forget to sign up for my mailing list! You’ll get a Smashwords promo code for a free download of Zombie Tree if you do. Who doesn’t like free?

The Winger Chronicles – Part 11

I had this post all ready to go, but came home to a surprise in the mail. A draft copy of Sins of a Father was in there. I was pretty stoked, until I found a few little things that need fixed (so far). It’s a weird feeling having a book you wrote in your hands. My wife is reading it now and she wouldn’t let me go to sleep last night because she wanted me to tell her what happens in the rest of the story. I told her she’d have to keep reading to find out.


Second sidenote: Zombie tree is available in many formats now- not just Kindle. Check out the links to the right to pick up your copy.

Ok, on to the post now. This is going to be the last Winger drabble for awhile. We’ll call it a season finale. I’m going to keep up with the Fictioneers, but not using Winger. There is logic behind my decision. I’m going to try my hand writing a longer Winger story for NaNoWriMo and don’t need 2 different Winger storylines confusing me. The Winger drabbles will likely resume in December, or after the first draft of the longer piece is finished, whichever comes first. The Winger drabbles come much later than the NaNo story. To make it to the story told by the drabbles I’d have to write probably 3 or 4 other novels after the first one to get to the point where the drabbles pick up. It may happen. It may not. We’ll see how this one goes first.

In all likelihood I won’t finish the Winger novel in November with it being my first NaNo attempt. I still have a few days, but I feel like I’m not quite prepared enough, though I do have an outline ready to go. Finding the time to write that much in one month will also be a bit of a challenge, but you never know unless you try, right?

If you’re doing NaNo and want to buddy me, my username is adamickes. Very original, I know. Anyway, without further ado, on to the “season finale” of Winger:

Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and to the lot of you for reading.


Broken (The Winger Chronicles : Part 11)

The slippery rung dug into her armpit. Her fingers clung to her jeans to lock her body against the ladder.

She didn’t move upward again until the orange-brown goo had hardened back into a crusty coating. Even still, her aching hands had trouble gripping the rungs.

As she reached for the next hold, her foot slid from its place below. Tipping backward she screamed. Her fingers grasped at the empty air.

The rope went taut and threatened to pull Winger from the ladder as well. Painful fire radiated from his injured arm, but his grip never wavered.

Below, she cried.


I feel I should explain how the story relates to the prompt this week because it might come up. It was more obvious, but that part got edited away. The more indirect take is that Liv’s spirit is broken, much like the keyboard.

The Winger Chronicles – Part 10

Hello, dear minions.

Would any of you lovely folks be interested in a free PDF or Kindle copy of Zombie Tree in exchange for providing a review on Amazon? It’s a short story of roughly 7700 words, so it shouldn’t take too much of your time. If you’re interested drop me a line using my contact form and I’ll email you a copy in the format of your choosing. Don’t feel like you have to give it a good review if you don’t like it. I’d rather have honest reviews than falsely inflated ones.

Also, I’m halfway into the final draft of Sins of a Father. It’s a bit longer than Zombie Tree, currently about 23K words, but still only a novella. It’s come a long way since the original 100 word story that was my introduction to the Friday Fictioneers. Hopefully for the good. I’m was planning on a January 1st release for a Kindle and print editions, but may bump it back to Dec 1st since it is currently demanding to be finished and won’t let me work on anything else. I will likely be doing the same thing with free copies for reviews. Let me know if you’re interested in that as well. I might even do few contests/drawings to giveaway a couple print copies. Haven’t decided on that yet.

Thanks in advance. I owe you one.

On to this week’s dose of Winger. Check out the previous segments of Winger’s journey by visiting my Winger Drabbles page.

Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the rest of the minions for reading.

Copyright Janet Webb

Copyright Janet Webb

The Climb (The Winger Chronicles: Part 10)

Thunder rumbled overhead.

Halfway up the rain began.  It started as drizzle but quickly morphed into a downpour. The drizzle had felt amazing on her face after spending an indeterminate amount of time in the cave. The heavier rain brought with it only problems.

The metal rungs became near impossible to grip as the water transformed the rust into slippery goo.  The cold drops soaked her to the bone and sent chills running across her body.

Every time her father moved up, the rope around her waist tugged down.

Her aching arms struggled to hang on let alone keep going.


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