Ghost II

‘I refuse to be worn as a codpiece again’ barked the talking skull, as it was picked up and inspected by Blake, a first time ghost and up until very recently fully alive farmhand.‘Oi, put me down or I’ll have one of your thumbs,’ snapped the skull in hopeful chomps, ‘I was happy on that … Continue reading Ghost II →

Ghost

Feeling a distant pang of confusion nestle itself alongside the light breeze that was wafting through his chest, Blake, a young farmhand, held aloft the rather loudly humming shortsword much in the same way a person might wield a wet rat.It was a blade of beautiful simplicity, well balanced and clearly made by master’s hand. … Continue reading Ghost →

The Flowers of Greenland

The Daisies were up to something. Recently a larger deployment of their guard had been posted around Parliament Garden. ‘Autumn is never kind to us’ one of the Petunias standing watch coughed wearily. His petals were beginning to wilt from a more than a month spent on the nightwatch. ‘No season is.’ replied a fellow Petunia … Continue reading The Flowers of Greenland →