'Gods man! There are maggots in the tea.' The outpost was squalid, a tent, constructed with vapid disinterest, had been fully saturated by the morning's rain and did more to bathe the sleeping occupant than it did to passably shelter them. From the depths of the sodden canvas a rasping snore was heard and could … Continue reading Life in the Stormfront
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The Copperpot Inn: A Highwayman’s First Shift
In a quiet glade of rolling meadow, lay a peaceful lane whose serenity made the local library sound like a blacksmithy. Such was the serenity held within of this nook of draping willow, that travellers could not help but to pause here, breathing in the air and wishing that there was a teahouse nearby to … Continue reading The Copperpot Inn: A Highwayman’s First Shift
Turbine West: Part 8
'They made a mistake, a series of mistakes. Every decision that has led to this very moment has been a mistake and I disagree with the entire prospect of it continuing,' letting the formal request for transfer fall to the ground, Helma was outraged by a combination of a frustration and blazing pride for one … Continue reading Turbine West: Part 8
The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: Ensign part 3
Craddic rum. Have you ever known a drop to be so sweet? I remember a score of nights that began busily through its uncorking. With only a slight of its emboldened perfume can I recall the countless names of joyous new friends who proudly sung old songs and made sure that the bottle should find … Continue reading The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: Ensign part 3
Turbine West: Part 7
A slow blink was all that Helma could muster. The young apprentice, that quiet dusty haired child had known what Helma felt in her gut but was too stubborn to realise. It was the Day of Sun, such a heavy draw on both Turbines, a day where a small mistake could collapse the electrical grid … Continue reading Turbine West: Part 7
The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: Ensign part 2
The candles of Dormir were weakly burnt upon that night.Death had emerged from its shadow and now wore darkness as if it were a cloak, it stalked through the canaled streets of the Port and laced its footfall with the sound of dread in each step, a silent language of cold malice, a quiet whisper … Continue reading The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: Ensign part 2
Turbine West: Part 6
Dawn had risen across the sprawling reaches of desert.Two monolithic structures of iron stood resolute against the totality of sky and turned in scything sweeps of three tremendous blades that held span greater than any creature who had grown from the earth could reach.These were the Turbines of desert and as they turned man stole … Continue reading Turbine West: Part 6
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
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