Turbine West: Part 3

'The boiler's at over temperature.' The thin voice of an electrician was barely audible over the alarm that had sent the workers of nervous disposition running for the fire escape and enticed the more interested bystanders from the lunchroom. 'It's a boiler, they're supposed to be hot.' Helma shouted back with obstinance, her presence looming … Continue reading Turbine West: Part 3 →

The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: Voiceless Part 3

Things had begun to move quickly. So shortly after regaining my voice I had felt myself become no longer a shadow. The memories of sleeping ash lay in stillness; days before rekindled into a hope for the future lit by a lowly a burning glow. It was a simple kindness for the two strangers, but … Continue reading The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: Voiceless Part 3 →

Turbine West: Part 2

The world was fathomless. Like a cork dropped into an ocean of utter impossibility the apprentice felt encompassed by the sheer distance of the world around them. Noise, unparalleled by any beast or nightmare, roared above them in a headstrong wind as a single cloud drew close enough to pass over the Turbine but was … Continue reading Turbine West: Part 2 →

The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: Voiceless Part 2

As the eyes of guardsmen and thief alike fell upon me, I knew that it was time to run.Melting snow became slick underfoot in the quiet of Autumn, and the lingering ships still left in Liat’s frozen port were all preparing to venture southward, moving weakly before their sails became too heavy to hoist. It … Continue reading The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: Voiceless Part 2 →

Turbine West: 1

'I’d recommend mentioning Turbine East to me again if you’d like to leave the room through a window. They are a statue of us, we are the worker. Remember that,' Helma yelled over the din of metal reverberating against metal and the ever-present electrical hum that was composite to a day spent working in a … Continue reading Turbine West: 1 →