The Apocalypse of Blythe

By Bryce Beattie

An action/adventure/fantasy short story. (about 5200 words)

A tavern girl picks a fight with a particularly disgusting customer. Furious swordplay ensues.

Fans of old school action adventure fantasy like Conan or Solomon Kane will hopefully enjoy this one.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bryce Beattie
• Release date: Sep 20, 2010
• ISBN: 9781452352442

Bryce Beattie

My name is Bryce Beattie, and I'm addicted to pulp. I got into it many years ago, and I just can't break free. When I was a kid, some careless adult left a tape with several episodes of "The Shadow" radio show lying around. After I listened to that, I was hooked. Pretty soon, audio just wasn't enough and I moved on to to the paperback stuff. At first it was just detective fiction, then I started reading old Conan stories and yarns about John Carter of Mars. Now I'm pretty hopeless. I tried to quit once, but soon afterward put on a lot of weight, so I started back up. Now, I'm so deep into pulp fiction that I write my own.

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The Apocalypse of Blythe

by Bryce Beattie

© 2010

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The Apocalypse of Blythe

The smell of vomit hardly bothered Blythe any more. Neither did having to clean the gooey half dried mead and ale from the rickety tables after all the drinkers had gone. She could ignore the majority of the lewd shouting and coarse language. She didn’t mind ending every night smelling like the customers’ pipe smoke and sweat. The only thing Blythe really hated about working in her father’s tavern was Garron, and tonight she’d had enough of the lecherous dog.

Blythe dumped the ale in his lap and slammed the mug on the table.

Garron scrambled with both hands, trying in vain to brush the liquid from his lap.

His friends broke out in one of their boisterous laughs. They’d probably never seen Garron treated this way, especially by a tavern wench.

Garron’s nostrils flared and he looked up at the raven haired beauty that had embarrassed him.

Blythe didn’t wait for the pig’s response. Her hand leaped up and slapped him full across the face.

Garron was too shocked to do anything. The fool wasn’t used to women putting up any kind of fight. He usually had his way with anyone he wanted.

His fat friends, of course, laughed all the harder.

A wave of satisfaction rolled through Blythe’s body. Serves him right. She spun around, stormed back across the tavern floor, and stepped behind the bar.

Her father grabbed her arm and leaned