The Friar was terrible at funerals. Not the words, he was great at words. Sprawling sonnets of unfurling intrigue would readily leap from his melodious tenor as he spoke. He would enrapture the assembled crowd, beguiling them with vociferous language and canny parable. He would express his speeches with care, curating them toward the spirit … Continue reading The Copperpot Inn: Friars and Millers
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The Copperpot Inn: On Lamplight
The world was to be called Lamplight.In the stretching infinitude of time, the name Lamplight was only a minor part of creation's splendour. It was the title of an intricately woven tapestry, a mural of light and sound that each hand had a role in shaping. Ten-thousand threads of harmony that were laced between every … Continue reading The Copperpot Inn: On Lamplight
The Copperpot Inn: Accountancy and Contracts
'A rat!' shrieked Myles Honeywort, with a falsetto that he would be later embarrassed by. Myles had recently been employed as chef of the Copperpot inn and had also just as recently retired from a low-class career of being a high-class highwayman, The rat, a neatly brushed, white and brown accountant by the name of … Continue reading The Copperpot Inn: Accountancy and Contracts
The Copperpot Inn: Rats in the Basement
Errol hadn’t always been an innkeeper. In his youth he knew of himself as a lumberjack, his days spent joyously forging through the mighty pine forests of Velik and walking unafraid of the dangers that existed in every action. He had wrestled with wolves for the warmth of a knitted cap, he had seen unfellable … Continue reading The Copperpot Inn: Rats in the Basement
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
Complaints Department
In an office of executive minimalism, painted to be holistically awash with an abundance of cooperate grey, a single telephone rang fourteen times before it was answered. 'Welcome to the complaints department, how may I help you?' 'He-hello? Complaints?' 'Yes, my dear parrot, you are coming through quite clearly and with excellent resonance. Now, to … Continue reading Complaints Department
The Balendup Tributary II
Article taken from the Balendup Tributary, dated February the 19th 1996 New Creek Crossing a 'Bridge to Balendup's Future' 'The sky was never really a limit,' Geffrey Markson announced to the collected media pit today, its mass of mottled journalists clipping irregularly over ardent note taking and a gaze that was yet to unsettle the … Continue reading The Balendup Tributary II
An Inn Called Copperpot
He was a cliff. The rough side of a shale mountain stood impassively behind the bar moving as a human might and frowning as if embodied by the chiselled caricature of true stoicism. As proprietor of the quaintly simple Copperpot Inn, the unblinkingly dead-faced gaze of Errol Grangly stood like a silo stack over a … Continue reading An Inn Called Copperpot
The Balendup Tributary
Article taken from the Balendup Tributary, dated March 10th, 1986. Avian Falls Foul of New Hospital Wing "Salt the earth and may you water the daisies that sprout below my headstone." Were the final words of Mayor Barlow Avian as he attended the opening of the newly renovated Balendup hospital today, becoming not only the … Continue reading The Balendup Tributary
Sunday Short Stories 