This year, a large swath of IAMTW members (me included) decided we’d like to showcase our non-media tie-in writing chops and introduce all of our various fanbases to a wealth of new worlds, settings, and stories.Read More Story-palooza incoming!
One emotion ran through him with a bitter sting, an emotion he had not felt in decades, if not centuries.
Fear.Read More The Well
“Or hadn’t you noticed the lack of people in the streets after the firebombing the enemy did last night? You do realize that most of the city is blackened rubble above our heads?”Read More A Son’s Requiem (Part III)
He exhaled slowly, releasing the tension he’d stored for the last thirty-six hours. They weren’t in the clear yet—far from it, actually—but any moment of respite was one to cultivate.Read More A Son’s Requiem (Part II)
Demi-Precentor Alex Emory resisted the urge to reach out and clear his cockpit screen. The gray sky was smudgy with fog—really just low-altitude clouds, this high in the mountains—and gave the viewable landscape a blurry quality that the weary MechWarrior kept trying to blink away.Read More A Son’s Requiem (Part I)
The Hellions reached optimal range halfway through their charge; several missiles clawed up the hillside towards the massive Falcon ‘Mech and crimson beams from lasers scythed across its legs. The explosions from detonating shells and autocannon fire shook the assault machine but failed to dislodge it; with rock-steady deliberation, Pryde raised his left arm and cut loose with another PPC blast, eviscerating a Cercerops.Read More Shred of Honor [Part III]
As he waited for the enemy below, Brian settled back into the Jupiter’s command couch. He refused to be distracted by checking his systems over for the millionth time; he trusted this ‘Mech with his life. If Fate decreed he die today in this cockpit, so be it.Read More Shred of Honor [Part II]
“Galaxy Commander, what I am about to ask you to do is fit only because of the special nature of your unit,” said Clees. Her face tightened into a grimace. “Even trying to put this to words is an affront to the honor of the Clan, but it must be so.”Read More Shred of Honor [Part I]
My eyes swept back and forth along the highway, looking for a sign, any sign. A single thought hammered at my mind, over and over: Why did he run?Read More Edge of Night
So inevitably, the question posed to me and my wife at some point – alone or together – is just how we met. Because to know us is to know two fiercely independent-dependent people. How in the world did all this collide, fusing together into a nearly nineteen-year long love affair and marriage?Read More When a Boy Meets Girl…Forever
This story was commissioned to be part of my church’s Christmas cantata. I’ve made slight word changes from the spoken version for better flow, but otherwise remains as it was presented.Read More Christmas in the Courtyard
Back in 2006, I was asked by Pinnacle Entertainment to write the first of three authorized campaign books to use with the MechWarrior: Age of Destruction game put out by WizKids, LLC. After some discussion with Pinnacle about the idea, I pitched a product that took the feel of tactical video game, using as many […]Read More The Sound and Fury, Signifying….Well, Nothing Really