Six flights of stairs and a turn of a key

Six flights of stairs and a turn of a key. A hinge screams as the door is pushed open–whoops, I wanted to be quiet, too late now. Creeping inside I close the door and kick off my shoes, the facade of silence is removed but I continue moving lightly for nothing but my own sense … Continue reading Six flights of stairs and a turn of a key →

Look o’yer the hill ye’ fool!

The beautiful rolling grass fields of Myrtleford were dappled with an extra lushness after the morning rain. Clouds, still grey overhead, ambled through the sky above the quiet village nestled within the grasslands of Western Stallinger. Waking to the dew of a typical Autumn morning, Captain Roland Longsmithe let out a satisfied yawn and resolved … Continue reading Look o’yer the hill ye’ fool! →