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 →

Turbine West: Part 5

Noise rumbled from within the metal corridors of the turbine. The droning hum of machinery filled the humid air as the groan of a fathomless structure below lurched in the cold and searching wind, foreign in its bluster, and dwelling angrily for the first time within the turbine.The apprentice remembered the power of the wind … Continue reading Turbine West: Part 5 →

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 →

Turbine West: Part 4

'You don't talk much do you?' Garen smiled kindly with his yellow teeth and gestured toward the apprentice with a casual wave, 'Don't think that you need to though, people talk too much, listen too little. I think you'll be a quick learner if the fumes don't get to you.'Placing a pair of wire glasses … Continue reading Turbine West: Part 4 →

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 →

Turbine West: Part 3

'The boiler's at over temperature.' The thin voice of an electrician was barely audible over the alarm that had sent the workers of nervous disposition running for the fire escape and enticed the more interested bystanders from the lunchroom. 'It's a boiler, they're supposed to be hot.' Helma shouted back with obstinance, her presence looming … Continue reading Turbine West: Part 3 →

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 →

Turbine West: Part 2

The world was fathomless. Like a cork dropped into an ocean of utter impossibility the apprentice felt encompassed by the sheer distance of the world around them. Noise, unparalleled by any beast or nightmare, roared above them in a headstrong wind as a single cloud drew close enough to pass over the Turbine but was … Continue reading Turbine West: Part 2 →

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 →

Turbine West: 1

'I’d recommend mentioning Turbine East to me again if you’d like to leave the room through a window. They are a statue of us, we are the worker. Remember that,' Helma yelled over the din of metal reverberating against metal and the ever-present electrical hum that was composite to a day spent working in a … Continue reading Turbine West: 1 →