My name is Arilen Somani Cinder. I was born this afternoon, from the mind of an aspiring writer who decided to create both an original website and one using a template, so see which was the most sucessful. I am here to help you transverse this collection of short stories, written by the author of this site while the author herself continues to work on her other enterprises.
The following stories are a testimate to over fifteen years worth of work, written in times of joy and torment alike. They are meant to give perspective into the world and to be enjoyed as best they can. You may notice a navigation bar above these stories with strange words. They are to tell you which world the stories take place in: either plain old earth, the future, or my own made-up world of Nunya. Enjoy, and may madness always keep you.
Your humble creation, Arilen
We were on another class field-trip to the Currency Realm. Typical.
Just because our society was based around mechs and bots and other machinations, that doesn't mean everyone wants to see the newest technical marvels our engineers have managed to dream up.
I honestly have no idea where I picked it up.
And that's the Patron's honest truth. I cannot, for the life of me, remember where I got it! I do know, however, that it couldn't have been in any fancy shop or stolen off a gentleman out for a stroll.
My name is Timmy Brightton, and I live in the slums of New York City.
One day, while I was walking home from school, I noticed a friend of mine standing in an alley with an old man, wearing a grey coat and heavy black hat.
Devils Flee When A Good Man Goes to War.
Darkness had fallen hours ago in my sleepy little town. Every sane human in my town was asleep by now, but not me.
Once, in a time before radios and television...
everything was used, made, born and killed, using an ancient inborn strength all possessed. The heartfire which gave birth to the world and still keeps it alive, deep beneath the rocks and sand and lush green trees. Ok... And?
Death was bored tonight.
Now, if you were a human, you might think that this was a bad thing. And why shouldn’t you? Death, being bored, sounds like a recipe for disaster!
A hot cup of coffee.
That was the first thing Smile ordered off the café’s menu. And boy would she need it!
They hit us out of nowhere.
One beat of my heart I was happily guarding our castle home and the next they were upon us. The day was like any other in this time of the year. Sunny, warm and without a cloud in the sky.