June 2012
3 posts
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For it to be considered a notion honorable
For it to be considered a notion honorable and completely dignified was not to speak of its boundless prowess, for there was no word that could be said to describe the way a bird does fly when it is in the sky, or the way a fish can swim when it is in the sea. It is, as anyone would be fit to know, full of opportunity, for there is nowhere one can’t go when they are in the air, within the sea, so...
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Flourishing, it seemed, but from one touch of...
Flourishing, it seemed, but from one touch of moisture, a single drop of rain fell from the sky and evaporated the desolation of the desert as one and many. From each individual drop sprung mud, earth, grass, and from this grass the trunks of trees wide grew tall and heavy. In their surfaces there were birds, beneath them deer, and above all were doves—coasting, it seemed, the wind. In their wings...
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For it was the greatest of horrors
…for it was the greatest horrors that were revealed when the lights were out and the blankets were thin, when the world was dark and the moon couldn’t win and when, for all intents and purposes, there was a man within the night, twirling beneath his hands the skull of a child which was old and cold and rotten with mold.
May 2012
1 post
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Here the grim reaper stood
Here the grim reaper stood, above the beds of little children, bony hand slung forward and scythe at the ready. He pooled from the chests of those young and innocent the pyrefly souls that inhabited each and every one of us and took them without respect or dignity whatsoever. At the children’s sides, there came the dull screech of the heartbeat monitor, then the nurses and doctors on call. They...
April 2012
14 posts
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The Woman Across the Street
The woman across the street isn’t real—at least, that’s what my friends tell me. A ‘hallucination,’ she has been called, a ‘figment of my very imagination.’ They always ask if my meds are off. I beg to question whether they truly are.
I started seeing her around three weeks ago. Her short and stupendous manner, her cackling laugh, which sounded like grackles...
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I look at the torn pictures
I look at the torn pictures of my life and try to figure out just how to explain myself. Who am I? I wonder. Where did I come from? How did I get here? What’s my name, my age, my purpose? They assault me all at once—a plethora, a mythology, a factual history that has been captured time and time again on magazine covers arranged A to Z. I am many things, I know, but I am not someone of purpose,...
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There need be no Gods
There need be no Gods when man were Gods themselves, capable of tearing the world asunder with only the flick of a hand. He’d seen Odin’s powers, had seen them mend thread and conjure light before the sky, but when he’d thrown that spark of flame—when he’d created a fiery tornado that raged about their camp harming both friend and foe—he’d thought him incapable of such feats. Now, though, he knew...
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The Brotherhood: Blood -- A dark fantasy novel by...
The Brotherhood: Blood
A dark fantasy novel by Kody Boye
FREE ON AMAZON.COM BETWEEN APRIL 7th - APRIL 11TH. CLICK HERE TO DOWNLOAD NOW!
Excerpt:
Morning came with the scent of dew and the glistening kiss of rain. Though he had slept for only a few mere hours, and while his body protested even the idea of rising and riding on horseback throughout the rest of the day, Odin opened...
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In this late fall weather
In this late fall weather, he smelled of cold sweat and fallen leaves, a scent that both comforted and unsettled him at the same time. In one way, it felt welcome, like something he’d been waiting on for a lifetime, but in another it seemed like an omen, a black cloud coming to swallow a living town whole.
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Love and Other Horrors: a short story collection...
Love and Other Horrors
A short story collection by Kody Boye
Excerpt from The Charity Vampire
The night my life forever changed for the second time, I stalked and cornered a teenage boy into an alley, much like the one who created me had done nearly two-hundred years before. This teenage boy—who appeared young, fit and perfectly healthy—had no time to respond when I slapped a hand to his...
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It snaked around his leg
It snaked around his leg and slithered up his thigh—the feeling, the nerves, the anxiety that coursed throughout his body the moment the king’s lips pursed. At first he wasn’t sure how to take the words, as he was so stunned that he could barely move, let alone think. However, when the snake of fear bit into his thigh—when it delivered its toxic poison into his bloodstream—his arms tensed up and...
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Sunrise: a m/m zombie novel by Kody Boye (Free...
Sunrise
a zombie novel by Kody Boye
Excerpt:
They ran.
Around street corners, between dead, idle cars, across wide stretches of road and through long, winding alleys, they stopped for nothing, not even when Steve’s pack dropped from his shoulder and spilled out nearly half its contents.
“Come on!” Steve screamed, grabbing Dakota’s arm and dragging him along when he...
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They lay beyond the wall
They lay beyond a wall invisible to the wandering eye. Naked, bloodied, bruised beyond compare, with eyes dull and chests so hollow it appeared as though they had not eaten for days, possibly even weeks—these creatures beyond the wall, in which they dwelled within the dark, seemed to resemble something like corpses beaten and bloodied by both nature and the ragged hand in an honest...
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For him to be injured
for him to be injured was like the world to be on fire and no hope to be found within the ashes.
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The Diary of Dakota Hammell: a novella by Kody...
The Diary of Dakota Hammell
a novella by Kody Boye
Excerpt:
My life used to be normal. Like every other kid, I used to get up in the morning, go to school, come home and do homework. Occasionally, something new and exciting would happen—I’d get an A on a biology test I thought I’d flunked, or I’d get hit on by someone who the rest of my sophomore class had deemed ‘exponentially attractive,’...
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Wraethworld: A novella by Kody Boye (Free eBook...
Wraethworld
a novella by Kody Boye
Excerpt:
Wake up Mary. Wake up.
She opens her eyes to find the world lit in blue. Startled, afraid, unsure of her surroundings and of the light blooming within the open space, she seeks out the source of the luminescence with her wandering vision—first to the night light, which has long been dead, then the doorway, where no light shines. It’s supposed to be...
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Amorous Things: A short story collection by Kody...
Amorous Things
a short story collection by Kody Boye
Excerpt from The Glass Doe
Ray started to rise, but stopped as a flicker of movement caught his eye. Immediately, he pushed himself against the wall, knowing—but not thinking—of how stupid his action had been.
Dumbass. Good way to get yourself chomped by the neighbor’s dog from hell.
When he opened his eyes, Ray...
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Clouds, Smoke, Oxygen
Clouds, smoke, oxygen, smiles; bared teeth, regret, epiphany, survival; the cause, the worth, the just and the need, the lost homes, secret vials, old mistakes and the new beginning—she saw in the distance a phoenix rise from the ashes of dusk as in that moment she gained her life anew. It lifted its head, stretched its body, extended its wings and then took flight. Fire raged across its frame and...
March 2012
5 posts
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Free eBooks on and Before my birthday!
FREE eBOOKS ON and BEFORE KODY’S BIRTHDAY
A free eBook event from April 2th – 11th
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Hello everyone,
Starting on April 2nd, Kody will be releasing a total of five of his eBooks via the Amazon Kindle platform for free to celebrate the upcoming birthday bash (which will start on the day of the seventh.)
From April 2nd until April 7th, one new eBook...
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The S on his chest
She is invincible in this moment, a man with an upside-down triangle and an S upon his chest, and it is for that that she feels no pain. There is nothing, in this moment—no sorrow, no hurt, no joy, no catastrophe or bliss. There is nothing at all, nothing except her and the road.
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Had my situation been of the natural world
Had my situation been of the natural world, I would have gone through the process. The shock, the denial, the pain, the guilt, the anger, bargaining, depression, reflection, loneliness and, at the end of that long tunnel, the hope—I would have suffered as anyone else would in my situation, but yet here I am, walking the streets of New York with a friend who may not believe me and a church who may...
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He hung from the ceiling by a noose
He hung from the ceiling by a noose.
To think this was what many considered the prodigy of infinite survival was almost unbelievable, as in the moment this seemed to be nothing more than a cruel act of art. The fan, long-since turned off; the floor, upon which his shadow lay; the air, which stank of putrid smells of death, despair and other damned things—the objects came together...
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When she turned to the editorial
When she turned to the editorial in the newspaper, wherein he was featured as one of the greatest weight-loss doctors of them all, Donna could hardly believe it. There seemed no purpose for her to have discovered within the paper a man of such great dignity—who, without a doubt, could have been her shining knight in armor. The more she thought about it, however, the more she came to the...
February 2012
2 posts
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Humankind could succumb
Humankind could succumb to such simple desires far too easily. To draw a blade, to wring a noose, to take a pill or to hold a gun to your head or chin or neck or heart and to pull from its interior a bullet that would open the portal to one world and close the other to another—it was said that men and women, as deeply-set into their evolution as a whole, harbored failures within their consciences...
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And like mice they were
And like mice they were too. With their tiny beady eyes, their small little forms, their quaint expressions that painted each and every one of them in a somber and dour light—it would have appeared as though these people were the rodents and they, in the distance, were cats, sharpening their claws upon the framework of what it was to be a person. Chased to the ends of the world and through the...
January 2012
7 posts
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My dark fantasy novel, BLOOD, is now available
This first in a five-book dark fantasy series is now available for purchase on Amazon’s Kindle. Click on the cover image to be taken to the page. The book is currently 99 cents and free to Amazon Prime users.
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A maiden
…a maiden, rising from the depths, carrying within her hands a choice of swords: one bronze, one silver and one gold. From these swords a question would be asked—if you would feed your loved one, if you would move into a bigger house, if you would help your neighbors, your friends, your daughters, your wife. When answered, the maiden would offer; and if refused, she would return with the...
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Immortality
Immortality—eternal life free of death due to age. The concept alone was almost unfathomable—impossible, it seemed, for the very definition seemed too unreal to be true. To exist in an aging world without the fear of dying, to walk across a land teeming with expendable life, to realize that all around you, the things you loved and the people you cherished could die—as much of a gift as it seemed...
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The laugh that followed
The laugh that followed shortly thereafter was enough to inspire warmth within Odin’s heart. It sounded much like something pure—a child, a bell, a dove cooing on a cold winter’s night or even a whisper of wind on a hot summer’s day. The world could have ended and yet there would be that one sound—echoing, endlessly, throughout time, a testament to things great, wonderful and magical....
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In his eyes the flames were bright
In his eyes the flames were bright, the wars heavy, the forbidden fruit ripe, and in his facial expression Odin could see a world of pain and torment—of being stabbed with daggers and ripped open by machines with iron gears.
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Touching down on soft wet grass
Touching down on soft wet grass was like the greatest miracle one could ever imagine. It was a blessing, a gift, a childish game of which could only be played by the greatest of bards, and it sang of grace and justice in tunes of soft whispers as from above feet fell and landed amidst their forests. Even the most righteous of men would not have walked from the fields of war and denied themselves...
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Sunrise -- Scene 1
My zombie novel, Sunrise, was just released from Library of the Living Dead Press and tells the story of a young gay man and his best friend who find salvation with the United States army after fleeing from their abandoned apartment complex. The novel is now available on Smashwords.com in various formats and will soon be available on Amazon’s Kindle and on Amazon in paperback. For now,...
December 2011
5 posts
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He was not a Satyr pale-skinned and fine-hooved
He was not a Satyr pale-skinned and fine-hooved, a Red Man who upon His head bore horns and on His back a tail, nor was He even a man at all. Such a thing had not come to reveal itself as the arbiter of his personal suffering and sin in the form of a man. No. It had, instead, come in the form of a woman—a beautiful, beautiful woman, one whom, though so captivatingly-beautiful, held within her...
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He stood in the darkened space
He stood in the darkened space within the barn. Trembling, the gun in his hand, he looked up at the single enclosed stall and tried to imagine the horror that stood behind the stable door. He knew, in essence, what was there—with its perfect hooves and its bashful eyes, it had once been nothing more than a horse, a beautiful creature Jessiah had fallen in love with when he was only thirteen years...
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Once the world was made
First he set the fertilizer inside a plastic bottle, the soil from which life would grow, then sowed the seed with a press of his thumb and a brush of his hand. Once the world was made, he made its Heaven and its Earth, the head of a bottle taped to the top. Then he gave it a sun by placing it in the bay window, and thus the universe was made by the hands of a creator.
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This thing in gold
Here it was, the thing in gold, the thing that wore upon its shoulders the flesh of the dead and old, who bore upon its face a mask of splendor and wine and everything divine. In its eyes there was nothing, as within their depthless darkness there could exist not one single thing, while in its hands it held a scale and dagger, a thing on which to weigh the world and blade through which bear its...
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The face of what had once been a woman
The face of what had once been a woman appeared grey—stretched, sagging toward the ground as if perpetually pulled by gravity and toward the place where they said only the dead belonged. Her eyes were dull, glazed over in greys and whites, and her lips were almost nonexistent, as in their folds were cracks and pustules and possibly even the eggs of maggots that had somehow managed to find their...
November 2011
20 posts
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He, the Champion
It wasn’t that hard to imagine. He, the Champion, the Man who Ran Away, who Cast a Spell and Raised the Dead, who brought with him from the Forest of the Fair the Man with the Jeweled Dagger and who stole across the countryside with evil in his mind and horror in his heart—it could be said he did many things and bore many monikers upon which the world could judge him. His story was notorious, his...
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She images herself as a house
She imagines herself as a house with a big brown face and a nice broad grin. Her hair is the snow, her face the roof, her chin the shingles and the things that hold it all together. She is a construct, she knows, of human hands, and as the water begins to drip down, over the shingles and toward the ground, it freezes mid-stride and becomes a thing of pain, of horror and agony that, if disturbed,...
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To be innocent
To be innocent, devoid of the world; to be naïve, without the knowledge of the future; to be cold and stubborn and not at all vulnerable to love and just how horribly it could fracture one’s heart. To a child, nothing but his or her immediate future lay before them. What they ate, how late they stayed up after bed, when their mother or father brought from the town or Ornala’s center a gift of a...
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Such emotion could never be expressed in words
Such emotions could never be expressed in words. They could, of course, be translated—could be called happiness, sadness, jealousy, lust—but could never be adequately described. There was too much ignorance in the world for one to ever truly put words to the things people felt on a day-to-day basis. A laugh could be a child, a frown the sea, a smile the world encapsulated in the sun’s shining...
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Could they, as humanity, really look upon any...
Could they, as humanity, really look upon any stretch of territory and say that a road was theirs—that a forest, tall and strong, could be cut down; that a pond, full of fish, could be exploited; and that a valley, soft and sweet, could be drudged up and made into farmland? It could be said that no man owned any land, for he was arrogant and without refute, and though he was indeed the smarter one...
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His voice, so small as it was
His voice, so small as it was in the large room, sounded something like a child muttering to himself in the night—when, surprisingly, the monster he had seen in his closet that his parents so vicariously said was not real turned out to be something of the true and physical sense. It would first peek out from behind the doors, its clawed hands retracted and its cold nose sore, and then would reach...
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He could just imagine it now
He could just imagine it now—a creature, tall and emaciated, hunchbacked and shoulders low, watching him with eyes that gleamed yellow in the darkness when reflecting the light of a white fire. It would, he knew, be watching his hands, his black sword, his silver hilt, and it would be examining his face for any kind of emotion: fear, possibly, or maybe even terror, which currently plagued his...
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She would have been beautiful
She would have been beautiful, were she harmonic and not in the least bit threatening, as from the waist-up and from the shoulders to the elbows she appeared to be nothing more than a beautiful maiden, fire-haired with gleaming golden skin that seemed to shine like tens of thousands of gold pieces laid out in the sun. Further down, however, she lay covered with down feathers—mostly in...
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11-word story
A few writers on Facebook are writing eleven-word stories for 11-11-11. Here’s mine.
The little girl woke up and remembered that she was alone.
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An excerpt from my upcoming dark fantasy novel...
For those of you who love fantasy fiction dark, epic, with a strong emphasis on character development and a vast, complex world filled with many a people and things, you might be interested in my soon-to-be-released dark fantasy novel Blood, which chronicles a young man’s attempts as he first plans to enlist within the military, then has a chance meeting with a high mage and is given special...
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From his heart, his mind, his soul
From his heart, his mind, his soul and his body, he summoned the most horrible feelings he had ever experienced—as a child, when no one would play with him; as a teenager, unsure of just who or what he was; as a mortal, living in the world with a power he could not control; as a runaway son, whom had abandoned his father and left him to his own devices. From these emotions he pulled his pain, his...
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His dialogue needed no further clarification
His dialogue needed no further clarification, no primer from which to decipher his words and to string them into finely-written, eloquent sentences. No. For that to be the case, his friend would have had to have spoken in tongues—Elvish, possibly, of which he could only narrowly understand, or maybe even Dwarvish. Did the creatures in the east speak in drawls, grunts, maybe even slangs when...
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How could it not be when it seemed never to end
How could it not be when it seemed never to end—when outside, the world appeared torn and bleeding its wool? It would have been fit to say that the ground beneath them was not, in fact, ground at all, and instead was the back of a creature made of things soft and worldly. Shifting, it would have been, for the things it carried were impure, and moving forward it would have continued, attempting to...
