Assassins Creed Darkness part2

Image Credit: Lukas D., Conway, AR The author's comments: This is an idea from the game. Jack stood, cold and in wait, at the City Square. Of course they’d send him, Jack the lead Executioner, to kill a fly. He wanted to somehow teleport to the old days, where you walked in the public with your axe hanging from your belt, not have it hidden in a jacket. He was like all the other Executioners, Tall and muscular, but only he had earned the title, through a lot of blood and sweat, and he was going to keep it. Jack remembered his old life, grew up in the worst parts of town, killed a guy, and then sent to jail, all when he was 18. The Assassins came for him in his cell, and he took their offer. When he went through their tests he always saw one head nodding in approval. His master was always supportive of his style, the others, a bunch of pansies. Jack shook his head, needed to get back to the job. An official walked by fitting the description of the assassination target, so he followed slowly. A man moved in front of him casually, his right hand hidden under a cape, this was the man. Jack grabbed the man and pushed him down on his knees, pulling out his axe as he did so. The man slid down further, so he was lying on his stomach, and pulled himself forward. Jack swung his axe him. People screamed and ran, trying to get of his way. The man was fast, both dodging and trying to get close to Jack, who could see the contraption on his hand. It was a glove with blades on the fingers, crude but effective. Once he got close enough Jack grabbed the man on his side and lifted him, preparing for the Body Smash, one of the few signature moves of the Executioner class. The man twisted in Jacks grip, just enough to slash his forearm. Jack felt the blades tear through muscle and he let go. The man then leapt at Jack and slashed at him, aiming for his neck. Jack leaned back far enough to get away from the hand, and then heard the slight and almost quiet sound of a silencer going off.

TYLER ASHTON: Praying For Rain

The first drops of rain were a relief; the dry earth lapped them up greedily. Eventually the ground’s thirst became satiated, and the puddles started to grow. When the road washed out we began gathering at the church, not just to pray, but because it was built on a hill. Tyler lives in Denver, where … Continue reading TYLER ASHTON: Praying For Rain →

DANIEL QUILLEN: Death Sentence

Death comes creeping slowly, quietly, closer and closer. My Priest says not to worry about it, that the pain will only be momentary. But what does he know? He’ll still be alive. Ever closer the fatal date creeps, until at last it is here. Time to take my math final. Daniel Quillen is a retired … Continue reading DANIEL QUILLEN: Death Sentence →

SUSAN GALE WICKES: Harry the Magnificent

“Harry the Magnificent” the sign read. “You’ll be amazed by his magic fingers” it added. “Oh, please,” I thought. “I’ve never been amazed by any carnival magician.” The act was boring, bland. Harry’s claims, however, were spot on. I was amazed to discover my wallet and watch were both missing. Susan Gale Wickes lives in … Continue reading SUSAN GALE WICKES: Harry the Magnificent →


The story of the week for June 17 to 21 is… The View After the Climb by Bob Thurber

CANDACE KUBINEC: The Art of Forgetting

My old dog knew how to forget unkind words and raised voices. He always forgave being left behind, didn’t hold a grudge. Instead he’d greet me with a wag and a silly dog smile. After you left us behind, a tender look from his chocolate eyes helped me forget, too. Candace Kubinec posts her stories … Continue reading CANDACE KUBINEC: The Art of Forgetting →