Dark Ink The Website of Richard D Bennett

I've written several things that are available for free on the amazing Internet. Enjoy perusing my online library. If you like what you see, don't forget to check out my bookstore, or to go shopping for your favorite RPG books through the banner on the right at RPGNow. If you're interested in what I'm writing on a daily basis, be sure to come like me on Facebook, and check out my Twitter and WordPress blog, links for which can be found at the bottom of every page of the site.

The Bird and Dog (Creative Fiction)

The Bird and Dog is the extraordinary quarterly literary magazine of the American Public University System. Students from all over the world submit their work for online publication. Their most recent edition and more information about the magazine can be found here: The Bird and Dog

The Raven
Our professor asked us to write a prose version of one of our favorite poems. Surprising precisely no one, I took on Edgar Allan Poe's The Raven, mingling a few hints of Poe's successors in writing Weird Tales.

Must Not Tell
A grim little tale of eldritch horror. Harold knows his mother has a secret. Edward, Harold's older brother, has told him how to find it. But you can never unlearn things.

Cold Morning
A scene from life in the Chechen War. Going shopping when death is all around can be both a bitter business and a revelatory one.

Kobold Press (RPG Advice)

Hoard Mongering
What can you do when your players have racked up tons of gold and are about to buy up the kingdom? Tax it, of course. In this short article for Kobold Press, I take a brief look at taxing PC treasure, and give you a random table to name the fee or excise of your choice.

Sumiiro.com (Literary Criticism)

It Needs Must Wither - A Feminist Critique of "The Chrysanthemums"
Steinbeck's classic short story presents one of the most devastating annihilations of female identity in the Depression-era canon. In this article, I present a detailed analysis of the various elements of the story that not only erase Elisa Allen's sense of self, they lead the reader to the inevitable conclusion that said sense was never anything but an illusion.