Abuse of Power

Auggie crept through the moonlit forest. He chose a specific spot for each step. Despite his bulk, the resulting crunch of leaves and sticks blended into sounds of gurgling water and a gentle breeze stirring the canopy of treetops. The cool night air and the excitement of the chase made him feel...

Ailith’s Gift

She was too pale, too still. Ailith held her fingers under her daughter’s nose. She could feel the breath, but it was shallow, weak. She scooped up some water from the jug beside her and dripped a little between those tiny pale pink lips. Water wouldn’t be enough. It was important, but Ailith knew...

Charming Predators

Jorn leaned on his quarterstaff behind the dead oak, shivering in his furs. The cold had long since seeped into his bones. He peered down the rocky slope at four horses and riders, four sets of shod hooves squishing through the half-frozen mud of the road. All their shadows were blurred by a steel...

Editorial: Welcome and Tour

Welcome to Myths Inscribed, an online fantasy magazine created by members of the Mythic Scribes fantasy writing community. The purpose of the magazine is to provide a venue for quality fantasy writing of all sorts—with a very broad interpretation applied to the term “fantasy.” While Myths...

The Chosen

Mariam had shed all the tears she could muster before the Rojin crossed the border into the desert of the Ankari. If only I had lain with a man. If only I had been born with less beautiful features. I would have escaped such a cruel demand of the God-King. But there was no comfort for her in these...

The Day the Sun Died

The day The sun died I walked to the edge Of the world to watch it fall. Upon the solstices it is said That time stands still. It’s rays beat the clouds; Orange eclipsing purple invocations. Blocks and spires dissolve. The world’s dark attire is crumbling. Sun dials crack, every clock tower falls....