There was no such thing as good luck.Sure, there were times when a glass may fall to the floor without shattering or when a table might be kicked and the priceless relic of Ekilm’s wisdom only shifts precariously towards the edge—much to the relief of the cleaner. But were these moments an advent of good … Continue reading 🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 4
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🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 3
The key fell into the lock as if it had hung there for over a century. Turning carefully, the shadowed figure of Mickey Hallan, a part-time thief and lowly-rung member of a lowly-rung cult, felt every granule of dust rebel against the movement of the lock's tumblers. It needed a jiggle, locks like these always … Continue reading 🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 3
🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 1
It was raining. It had always rained in Lundra. Chroniclers, distracted by the steady drip of untraceable leaks, would be heard throughout the annals of time, crying out in lament as another drenched manuscript lay ruined and in the need of redrafting. Water in the inkwell, again; damp settling into the air and turning important … Continue reading 🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 1
The Copperpot Inn: A Forgetful Friar
The Friar loved the wavering nature of day. Sweeping sunsets so expansive that they spill from the edges of their easel. A skyline so basked in resplendent orange that no man or god could prepare a sonnet to fully describe its lustre. The fading light that swells with the passion of fire and then solemnly … Continue reading The Copperpot Inn: A Forgetful Friar
The Copperpot Inn: As a Candle Burns Low
The night was new. Velvet had rolled across the sky as the flicker of candles filled the hills with a light that felt as though it had drawn a breath of quietude. The ambling valley of Huxley-shire seemed to be cradled by this night; a purple shade of memory that lingered upon the silver lined … Continue reading The Copperpot Inn: As a Candle Burns Low
The Copperpot Inn: On Millers and Highwaymen
Two friends sat by a flour cart in a dampened glade of hanging willow and watched as the distant sun made its way for the lantern of the moon. The day became warm as the rain slackened, and a soft light now filtered down into the grassland, moving about the shadows gently as if it … Continue reading The Copperpot Inn: On Millers and Highwaymen
The Copperpot Inn: A Tax-collector Approaches part 3
A small scream was barely audible over the heavy tumble of the rain that fell in puddles upon the farmstead of the Dryfords. It was a laughing scream, an oscillating wail of such conflicted emotion that many ears would have scarcely believed it to have come from the small rat clutched in the talons of … Continue reading The Copperpot Inn: A Tax-collector Approaches part 3
The Copperpot Inn: A Tax-collector Approaches part 2
'Please…one moment…I Just need…one moment.' Four droplets of rain fell lightly against a cutting of sail cloth, pulled taught over the flour cart of Helga Miller. The mass of clouds overhead burgeoned with rain and grew heavy as they approached. The morning was held in a sullen kind of mood, a greyness that lived in … Continue reading The Copperpot Inn: A Tax-collector Approaches part 2
The Copperpot Inn: A Tax-collector Approaches
A heavy cloud loomed over the green hills and filled the day with the urgency of rain. Colours receded below the overcast pall and the meadow's lush grass was bent southward with dew. There was a storm developing in the air; a crisp burst Autumn wind pulled lowly across the ground and mischievously stole a … Continue reading The Copperpot Inn: A Tax-collector Approaches
Balendup AM: Football Finals 1986
Balendup finishes strong against Dundelong rivals. As taken from the Balendup Tributary September 25, 1986. For a stenographer's typeset recording of all Northern Flats League matches, please apply to your local library for access to archive 03T13. This is presented as originally broadcasted on 1642 Balendup AM without further context. Good morning, and welcome to … Continue reading Balendup AM: Football Finals 1986
Sunday Short Stories 