The Asylum

This is my world! MY WORLD! ~ Hugo Weaving; The Matrix - Revolutions

Engineer's Storage Room

"I created these characters, and I am an Old Testament God with my fist in the middle of their lives." ~ Robert Jordan(1948-2007); The Wheel Of Time

I'm new to the short story world. I didn't even start reading short stories until I found this website. My motivation came from different contest prompts, weird ideas I've had running through my head but never put on paper, and strange dreams. Anyway I hope you enjoy them, leave any comments you like no matter how brutal. I'm a big boy, I can take it.

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"The Fall From Grace: Chapters 1 ~ 5"

ASR: A culmination of deception. ~ The slim man paced across the bejeweled carpet, striving for calm with deep breaths. How long does it take to give birth? Long, delicate fingers cupped a chiseled jaw as the robed figure contemplated the fruition of his dreams. Thoughts drifted to his youngest wife and the wise investment he undertook upon agreeing to marry the simple merchant's daughter. He thanked his god for the blessings bestowed upon his house. Anurra, please bless me with a son. I only require one.

"The March Toward Oblivion"

13+: A journey of vengeance and redemption begins with a single fearless step. ~ A vortex of nothingness, tall and wide as a man, swirled and raged before the fallen knight. The murky depths swallowed sands from the surrounding desert as if famished, inhaled the air about it like some living being, and fought against the oppressive forces of nature working to suppress it. The man, clad in ebony garments of silk, forced the thoughts giving this- this thing he summoned a life of its own out of his troubled mind. The dark musings did little to stifle his growing apprehension.

"One Doom for Another"

13+: A hero falls as justice crosses the threshold to revenge. ~ The bodyguard surveyed the foreigner entering the Great Hall through massive gilded doors without the pomp or pageantry accompanying most dignitaries. The figure, concealed head to toe by a voluminous gown of ebony silk, marched with an unnerving sense of purpose possessing neither haste nor procrastination. A brave one, the King's Sword thought as the lonely procession traversed the lines of steel encased knights lining the rectangular room.

"The Prophetess"

13+: The emperor and the rebellion leader meet for the first time. ~ The young missionary sat on the wooden floor of her hovel with crossed legs and a teacup filled with crimson tea hovered beneath her lips. A flash of lightning from the starless sky accompanied a crash from the shanty's lone door, producing a momentary fracture of her icy visage- but only a moment. A sip of chilled tea calmed her nerves as the massive guest arrived with his face obscured in the shadow of the slamming door.

"Secrets Of The Mind"

13+: A new breakthrough- ~ The young woman glanced up at the large analog clock above the train station's exit. A mirthful expression creased her features. How cliché, the giant clock, just like in the movies.

"Obsessions"

13+: Honor and faith within divergent cultures clash. ~ Tears filled his azure eyes as the adolescent turned his back to his master. "I have to see her." A soft hand pulled the wooden door open. Another fit of coughing from behind gave him pause. The boy wanted to face the man he loved as a father, yet his love for a woman proved stronger. He stepped out of the workshop, his leather bound boot silent atop the stone walkway.

"Professional Courtesy"

13+: A stroll down a lonely road... ~ He gave a practiced swat at his new companion with his wide-brimmed Akubra. The agitated walker soon learned to ignore the lone fly and focus on the task. She's late. The perspiring man paused and mopped up accumulated sweat along his brow with a handkerchief from the left pocket of the comfortable Levi's before slamming the worn canvas hat back on his head, pulling it tight atop his graying ebony hair. The stranger pushed his mahogany horn-rimmed glasses up along his hooknose. An expert twist of a slim wrist pushed the sleeve of his denim jacket up. The clear image of a clean-shaven, angular face and dull azure eyes gazed back at him as he checked his only true possession. Five minutes. Maybe. Give or take a minute. He brought his left hand down to his side as shook his right, checking the weight of his vinyl attaché. Feeling that the contents were all there, he pressed on along the beaten gravel road.

"Silvanus and the Holy Grail"

13+: My 1st short story for WDC. A tale about the Holy Grail. ~ Curiosus Silvanus Moschus had two objectives. Scout the Templar Knights' new home and report his findings to his superiors back in Constantinople. Silvanus, under the guise of a beggar, spied upon the grounds where the Temple of Solomon once stood. He already learned that the order was poor, and thought it funny that their standard showed two men sharing one horse.

"A Matter of Life and Death"

13+: Bellemarr has found the key to freedom, but everything has a price. ~ Bellemarr knew that she was awake, but he did not react. He simply kept his eyes closed and waited. He regulated his breathing and heartbeat to a steady rhythm as he fell into the familiar trance. Perhaps tonight she would decide. Miittann quickly sat up in the elaborate bed they shared. Without making a sound, she exited the room. Bellemarr sighed. Perhaps tomorrow she would decide.

"An Oath Sworn"

13+: Lord Bellemarr prepares for a final battle with the Knights of Ma-R. ~ Bellemarr coated his blade with the clear ooze he ordered Delen to save for him. He did this task automatically, without thought, his body simply going through a normal routine he had performed many times before. His mind floated in emptiness. He did not brood about his strategy. He did not contemplate the coming battle. He could barely hear the words of his new bride...

"The Avatar Awakens"

13+: The Knights of Ma-R prepare for a final battle with Lord Bellemarr. ~ She could not help but admire the walls of the long, narrow hallway. She admired the herringbone design of the masonry, the way the edges of each stone formed a pattern when compared to the adjacent stones. Pilasters were placed at exact intervals carved in the wall. In between the support columns, drapes depicting scenes of life hung.

"The Fall of an Empire"

13+: The Dark Knight's hordes lay siege to the last city of the empire. ~ There is something wrong here,I can feel it. Aulus Vot. Canus mused as he scratched his long dark hair in thought.
"What was that, thief?" Knight Lord Marcius inquired. His handsome features, the chiseled face, dark hair, and green eyes, were marred only by the scar along his scalp. The Dark Knight gave him that scar only two years ago.
"Leave him be, Marcius," Knight Commander Marrinae ordered with a hint of exasperation in her tone. Marrinae, the self proclaimed Avatar of the true God, sat primly in her wooden chair, legs crossed, hands clasped together in her lap. She did not seem worried about the odds. She seemed ready.

"A Final Lesson"

13+: The Dark Knight's hordes lay siege to the last city of the empire. ~ "Another shipment of food and supplies will arrive from Asnium soon," The God King said more to himself than to the guard on duty. He placed the report on the ground beside him. "Although not enough to feed two thousand ogres, one hundred trolls, and seven thousand men, I'm afraid." He then looked up at the guard. "And what do you think of this fact, Rmuk?" The God King asked in the language of the ogres.
The ogre guard shrugged, his scale mail armor creaked in protest. "Trolls eat everything. None will be left for ogres." He hoped that the God King would be pleased with his response.
The God King sighed, "You recognize the problem, old friend. But you need to try harder to find a solution. A general must be prepared for every eventuality, Rmuk. Being a general is more than being the strongest and smartest among your men. I hope you understand that fact soon. I have big plans for you." The God King resumed his chore of reading reports.

"The Gods' Game"

13+: The emperor of the east meets the king of the west... ~ The ebony garbed warrior could no longer gaze upon the snow covered peaks as the reflection from the morning sun engulfed the mountain pass within a halo of light. A family of rare blue birds greeted the dawn with a chorus of high notes. The screech of a lone eagle challenged the song. The display of peace struck the emperor as ironic. The calm before the storm.

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L. D. Dailey's Daily Flash Fiction

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A Wasted Life

A fallen cop tries to tie up some loose ends before his retirement.

Rooms Within The Asylum

Engineer's Storage Room
Sun Room
Kitchen
Attic
Conjugal Visitation Suite
Recreational Facilities
Experimental Surgery
My Inkspot
The Lobby
The Garage
Stone Rhythms

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A Wasted Life
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The Fall From Grace: Chapters 1 ~ 5

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The Asylum Visitors Log

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Writing ~ A Forum

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We're all here to write, so let's chat about it.
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Lee's Website Shop

Letting my inner geek shine through by crafting websites for you. (Hey that rhymes)
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Speculative Fiction Contest

L. D. Dailey presents a speculative fiction based contest.
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Da Kids

Our crazy home.
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This was written for a specific contest. Another silly one, kind of.
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Welcome to my home away from home! I'm glad you dropped in. My name is LeMarr, friends call me Lee, but I use the pen name L. D. Dailey because it looks cool. I am an engineer by day and an aspiring writer by night. I am a novice at this writing thing. I started in August 2007 after hording an idea for a book inside my head for about five years. The journey has been a long one, but I am slowly finding my stride, learning what my writing style is as I fumble through the basics.

I named this place my asylum because writing has turned out to be my refuge away from the challenges of everyday life. In here, I can write about anything that comes to mind without causing anything catastrophic (except for eye strain or stomach pains if the writing is that bad). Most of my works delve into the fantasy genre, but if you peruse through the many rooms of this asylum, you will find stories across many genres.

So prop your feet up, get comfortable, and check out a story. The Engineer's Storage Room houses a collection of my short stories. The Sun Room houses a collection of stories written for The Writer's Cramp. I cook up all my novel ideas in the Kitchen. The Attic? Well, lets not go there. The attic is a place for junk. The Conjugal Visitation Suite contains my daring attempt(s) at erotica. All of The Asylum's activities are found around the Recreational Facilities. You can find stories about the life and times of me in Experimental Surgery.

The Asylum is constantly expanding to include more- guests. Gothic Angel gone lays about in The Lobby. I play around with my group, The WDC Frontliners in The Garage. Check out my good friend, c.r.stone at Stone Rhythms!

If you see room for improvement, then please leave a review or two and I will gladly return the favor. Don't forget to sign the guestbook before you leave! Also, this is my first website, so if you happen to have tips to make it better, please feel free to email me with suggestions!