Up round where things start and end- A Horse’s Story

… And, a horse was foaled, one windy day late into winter. Of this day, a frightened mare, thought only of the wind: the strong gale that rattled her wooden barn and kicked up small cuts of hay into the air like dust lost in dance. She will remember this wind not for its strength … Continue reading Up round where things start and end- A Horse’s Story →

Up round by the farm on the hill

George Halthorpe heaved against the still weight of his broken wagon. This simple cart had survived nearly 10 years of pottering to and from the farm, and although the left wheel had a bit of a wobble about it, George was rather attached to the old thing. With a thunk, and a twinge in his … Continue reading Up round by the farm on the hill →

Aya and Carrick Part 2: What to do when trapped under a rock

‘Carrick…Carrick, we’re still out of water.’ The heat of summer lay heavy upon the morning like a very patient stone. ‘Come-on Mr.Wizard, magic up a stream or something.’ Aya whined as she lay slumped against the protection of a small bolder, she was a native of a nation drenched eternally by rain and was in no … Continue reading Aya and Carrick Part 2: What to do when trapped under a rock →

Up Round Where We Begin Again

Angus Craddic was in a barrel. He hadn’t always been in a barrel but now, in this moment, he was vividly aware that he was, without a shadow of a doubt, sitting in something that very much resembled a barrel.A scotch filled barrel Deja vu danced around his thoughts and the act of rubbing his … Continue reading Up Round Where We Begin Again →

Aya and Carrick Part I

‘Hmm, that probably isn’t right…’ A wet thudd of viscera began to slowly patter back to the ground; A new hole ripped into the road expired with stray a magical energy and nipped at slow pieces of air hungrily. Haggard and dressed in a moth-eaten brown robe, the stunned Wizard coughed while lying upon the … Continue reading Aya and Carrick Part I →

Up Round Where the River Bends

Angus Craddic was in a barrel. He hadn’t always been in a barrel but now, in this moment, he was vividly aware that he was, without a shadow of a doubt, sitting in something that very much resembled a barrel. How Angus became trapped in this uniquely horrible boat, bobbing its way down a … Continue reading Up Round Where the River Bends →

The Kings of the Sewer

The sewer is a wonderful place. Long ago a king, jolly and addled by intoxicants, made a friendly bet with the city Gnomes. For 100 gold coins it was wagered that they could not create a sewer so perfect that even the gods would tell fables of its beauty. Not understanding the concept of levity … Continue reading The Kings of the Sewer →