The Padawan and the Nexu (Star Wars Short Story)

Kaito felt its presence moments before he heard the claws clash with the cold metal floor. He stopped in his tracks and turned to face this new threat. At the other end of the cargo bay, still shrouded in the shadows of its cage, stood a slavering Nexu. The creature was clearly starved; Kaito could see the beast’s ribs through its side and it was extremely thin, even for the usually slender Nexu. It stared at the Padawan, its four eyes focused hungrily on the meal standing before it.
“Somehow I don’t think I’ll be able to calm it in this state,” he said, his hand reaching slowly for his lightsaber.

Three Words (Short Story)

Luke shot upwards with a start, sweat dripping from his face onto the thin bed sheet covering his legs. His breathing came in short bursts as he surveyed the dark room. Moonlight seeped in from the crack in the curtain, illuminating enough of the room to calm his frantic mind.
He was in his bedroom, in his bed. He was safe.
“Again,” he mumbled to himself, throwing the sheet aside.
The lanky man slowly pushed himself out of bed, cold feet meeting the slightly warmer carpet with a soft thud. He walked briskly to the bathroom, the cold air clinging to his sweat soaked form and chilling him to the bone. He shucked off his drenched singlet and boxers and tossed them towards the laundry basket where they landed among a week’s worth of dirty clothes. Paying the ever growing pile of washing no heed he stepped into the shower and turned on the hot water.

The Battle over Ersos IV (Story)

“Continue firing on any vessel that gets within missile range!”
Commodore Urahn’s orders carried all around the bridge, his commanding voice easily recognisable over the radio chatter and beeping consoles.

Watcher (Dark Souls 3 Short Story)

He jolted awake, gasping. His lungs screamed for air, and he sucked in what little he could. But the pressure; it was pressing down on him, crushing his ribs and pinning his limbs. Black, all around him. The scent of copper and dirt wormed into his nose. He could already feel his consciousness fading; he needed to breathe.

The Night the Dead Rose (Short Story)

“I can’t believe this is happening…”

Keeping Count (Short Story)

Len stood there, breathing heavily, futilely wiping the blood from his face and arms. Tommi walked over, dropping the unlocked shackles from his wrists, and clapped Len on the back.
“Nice going mate,” he said casually, “to be honest, I didn’t think you’d make it out of that one.”
“You have such faith in me,” Len replied, dryly, wiping then sheathing his sword.
“So,” started Tommi, “how many were there?”
Len stared at him strangely before replying.
“What?”
“How many?” asked Tommi.

A Champion’s End (Dark Souls 3 Short Story)

The Ashen One stood before me, her legs struggling to keep her upright. She shakily sat down at the foot of my throne and removed her helmet. She looked up at me, her eyes tired and sorrowful.

The effects of Hollowing had taken their toll.