Hello, hello!Just a quick update about Sunday Short Stories and all the jumbled-up alphabets that reside therein. In celebration of writing two hundred short stories, I'm going to be putting more time into something longer for the rest of 2023 But what does that mean? Well, it mostly means that I will no longer be … Continue reading April 2023 site update and The Flying Apricot introduction
Category: The Prelude of a Flying Apricot
Tales of the fastest ship on sea and land.
The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: Ensign part 3
Craddic rum. Have you ever known a drop to be so sweet? I remember a score of nights that began busily through its uncorking. With only a slight of its emboldened perfume can I recall the countless names of joyous new friends who proudly sung old songs and made sure that the bottle should find … Continue reading The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: Ensign part 3
The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: Ensign part 2
The candles of Dormir were weakly burnt upon that night.Death had emerged from its shadow and now wore darkness as if it were a cloak, it stalked through the canaled streets of the Port and laced its footfall with the sound of dread in each step, a silent language of cold malice, a quiet whisper … Continue reading The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: Ensign part 2
The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: Ensign part 1
This tale begins with the sea. Before the Apricot, before the tapestry of existence was thought of to be woven in its weft and purl, there was the sea. In their efforts many a brave poet has been driven to shaking madness as they attempt to give picture to this titan. Its whims, its moods, … Continue reading The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: Ensign part 1
The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: A Merry Doctor Part 2
I don't often stride. Striding is a manner best held by those with the pinned back shoulders of a champion and the lifted head of a person not likely to trip over a misplaced bucket. It is a simple thing best left for those with gallant heart, the confident folk who ignore the rising slosh … Continue reading The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: A Merry Doctor Part 2
The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: The Merry Doctor Part 1
'There's not a lot I can do if you didn't bring the, um-and-a, finger with you.' I remember it as one of those particularly cold mornings when the Port winds would whistle through cracks and creep coldly under doorframes--making not wearing socks particularly unbearable--when a pallid looking gentleman had wandered into my office and greeted … Continue reading The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: The Merry Doctor Part 1
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
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
The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: Voiceless Part 1
This is a tale of plain truth and has yet to be garnished by that of a liar's tongue. As clear as bread be made from flour, I have seen the ship that inspired this painting and can admit to standing upon its deck as it sailed from port on its maiden voyage. The Apricot … Continue reading The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: Voiceless Part 1
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