Spencer Steeves

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

Stories (17)

17 Stories

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“The Scars of Summer” by Spencer Steeves

"Kiki, c'mon! You're going to miss it!" Kirana heard her brother call from the roof of the thatched hut their family called home. This deep into the Sulfaari Expanse, the heat of the sun beat down relentlessly, and few people were sad to see it go in favor of the cool break of autumn, as evidenced by the quiet streets and closed shutters. But for Kirana's family, summer was an auspicious time. Their parents had met at a ...

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“Strength in Separation Part 2” by Spencer Steeves

*I know this doesn't match the prompt, I just had to get the second part up as well.* The Khindre glared down his nose at Will. "So what now?" he spat. "Are we just going to let this man waltz up to Aisllae?" If the nobleman hoped Kretar might show some kindness and offer a hand, he was sorely disappointed. Will had to stand on his own, and whatever dignity might have remained drained out of his ...

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“Strength in Separation Part 1” by Spencer Steeves

Willard Tapporwhill had always loved the constructed beauty of the city, and the Uryting Empire had so many to behold, a panoply of sights and sounds in each one. Kolottz was probably one of his favorites, filled to the brim with charm from a bygone age. Built as a tribute to the history of the now-vanished Koloztian people, the cityscape provided insight into their ancient culture. But as he walked the streets, the nob...

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“Scream Me a Song” by Spencer Steeves

Don't dare to give a care. Instead, just focus on the flair. When it came to this airy province of northern Akami, that was a sort of a motto and way of life. What a superb ideal, but when life cuts to the bone, the rose-tinted glasses have to come off to reveal the truth laid before the naked eye. A woman named Qioka realized that one day in late spring. In the night, there had been a murder. An infamous musician almost...

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“The Heart's Departure” by Spencer Steeves

"Thanks a lot," Isaac drawled, sitting back on his heels on the grassless cliff. A skin-and-bones pale hand encircled his wrist, the grip surprisingly firm for its appearance. "Oh, no worries," the man connected to that hand replied breezily. "I'll have you know that besides reading, deadlifting idiots from their suicide attempts is one of my favorite pastimes." "It wasn't a suicide attempt," Isaac grumbl...

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“A Long Awaited Season: Part 1” by Spencer Steeves

"Where is she?" Garonn cried, running up the stairs of the main keep of the city-state called Hero's Haven. "I have to see her!" The firbolg's floppy ears wobbled in the wind, joined by his dusty blonde hair, which was ornamented by a few sticks and leaves from his trek through the woods to get here. Garonn looked an absolute mess, but he couldn't bother to care. According to the guards, the person he'd been searching for was right up these stairs. It suddenly occurred to him that he'd failed to verify the veracity of the information he'd...

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“Tastes Like Fulfillment” by Spencer Steeves

Above the temple to Thundrigol, the sky was consumed by clouds. An endless field of grey, with patches of clouds so pregnant with rain, one had to wonder when they'd finally give up their load and how powerful the storm would be when they did. Though no sunlight washed over the massive building, which loomed impossibly large, seeming to dwarf even the mighty giants who had been Thundrigol's first worshippers, th...

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“A Fatal Calling” by Spencer Steeves

As Rivani strode through the trees, following the winding river, he used the nearing hubbub as a compass, guiding him to his destination. At last, the ancient trunks parted to reveal a large clearing: lush grass blowing in the wind, the aroma of flowers wafting through the air, and the sound of quiet but excited chatter of many people, nearly two score, who were distributed about the place. He grinned tiredly, more th...

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“Floral Memories/The Heart Tree” by Spencer Steeves

In the dew-drenched radiance of an early spring morning, a sylph touched down gingerly on a flower bud. She reached in a tiny, translucent finger and tickled the bud, giggling in a chime-like timbre as her touch coaxed out a wave of infinitesimal seeds. With a wave of her free hand, she conjured a slight breeze, scattering the seeds across the floral field, hoping to fill in any gaps hungry birds and tiny mammals had made. Spring was the season of renewal, after all, after winter where old and weak things were discarded to be replaced or ...

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“War Plans in the Culdesac.” by Spencer Steeves

For as long as Jakobb could remember, he'd lived in the town of Wasthret, a big and bustling place on the far side of the continent his family kept talking about, but he could never remember the name of. He was young, only seven, and had other things to worry about, like being the leader of the Worthy Creed, a band of other children in the town who protected it from disruption and brought about peace wherever they went. He didn't actually know what the words meant, but his brother had given him the name, and he'd stuck with it.

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“"Not Again. Never Again."” by Spencer Steeves

"Not Again, Never Again." "Come, Thaddeus. It's time." The pale light of morning peered in through the slit doorway of his canvas tent. As was always the case, the sharp bar of burning radiance managed to find its way into his eyes. Thaddeus blocked it out with his puce-skinned arm and proffered a sigh of irritation. Though truth be told, he was relieved, waking to that sight. After so many long months of being ...

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“Ufe.” by Spencer Steeves

Ufemilion Jakling was falling. Now, this wasn't meant in the figurative sense. It wasn't like he was falling in love, or into despair, or anything quite so dramatic or profound. No, not that. Mere moments before, Ufe had been hanging off the eaves of the tallest tower on the most prominent building in the City of Bronze. He'd been holding a squirming halfling criminal in one hand and gripping tightly to the ledge with the other. But then the pint-sized crook had pulled a device from his jacket that he'd purchased from Ufe's de...

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“Fifth Time's the Charm/Patience Rewarded.” by Spencer Steeves

Join me, the horrific, fractured voice of the demon Regaelyon moaned in the back of her mind. Your body harbors potential beyond anything this world has ever seen. Power and life eternal can be yours! All you must do is renounce your false deities, accept the demonic essence that resides within your blood."Fyndralie, sweet goddess of love, I call upon your succor once more," Sarauthedes Silvreign mumbled. Her head was bowed as she knelt in the ray of glorious white light beaming out from the heart of the...

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“A Bowman's Lust” by Spencer Steeves

The off-white stone of Xendoufell, the Mediator's Mountain, reflected the soft orange light radiating down from the sky. The air, slightly crisper than at the mountain's base, clung desperately to the last vestiges of Salamander breath, which warmed the summer wind. Salamander's don't live here on Xendoufell. I can't blame them. Most wouldn't want to stay on a rock near the homes of enemies who wish to slay and corrupt them. Keivyn reached back to fondle the end of his bow, slung over his back. For me, it just means a better ...

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“Ancestral Oddities” by Spencer Steeves

Gazing at his ancestral graveyard, Kenith shuddered at the night he would spend there with just his brother for company.The ancient burial grounds sprawled all around the two brothers, dotted with monuments too numerous to count in various shapes and sizes, each proportional to the underlying member's importance to the Grestaugh family lineage. The stones in front of the cemetery were miraculously well kept, perfectly polished, and lit with summoned Sorin-lights. The strange, ephemeral orbs were named after Sorin...

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Author bio

Spencer Steeves(2000-present) was born in a smallish town in Connecticut where he still resides. Since he was very young, he was interested in reading and, to a lesser degree writing. As he grew older, his passion for writing blossomed. Possessing a very creative imagination, it was only right that he began writing stories in the fantasy genre. He enjoys writing high fantasy novels and short stories. His large-scale writing projects began with his duty as Lorekeeper for his Dungeons & Dragons group, and in his first year of college, decided to tackle a full novel project. He stuck with it, emerging at the end of that year with a rough draft of Everything Under the Sun, his first published work. To this day, he continues to write, filling page after page with the words that flow forth from his mind.