The sun wearily shuffles across a Lundrian morning both haggard and uncaffeinated. It arrives without lustre, a faint glow still adorned by the pyjamas of a rolling cloud-line. Filtered light then greets the day with a yawn, settling dew drips down from the moss-covered peaks and onto the rolling hills, onto the emerald green grass … Continue reading 🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 2
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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
Come In, Sit Down, Leave Your Shoes On
Good morning darling! Did the horses behave themselves round the Arndells? Gorgeous view, you can see all the way to the back of your own collar when the weather clears, ha-ha; how was the weather though? Good? Warm enough? You might not have heard, but two summers back a ghastly wind came through and blew … Continue reading Come In, Sit Down, Leave Your Shoes On
Balendup Tea Co
Founded in 1923, Balendup’s largest–and most hostilic–tea distributor was originally established by horticulturist George Tennish in hopes that an Australian Business Number would stop people stealing from his tea bushes, as Balendup council’s garden rose act still allowed the theft of plants and or flowers from a neighbour’s garden if that person(s) hath forgotten the birthday of their spouse(s). This … Continue reading Balendup Tea Co
My House That Whistles Merry as a Teapot
I must say, and I really must for this is my own internal monologue, that the afternoons were certainly beginning to get cold.Not cold as in quiet days of shivered toes jumping under the doona with a good crime novel, but the kind of cold that snaps grass into frost and adds a weight to … Continue reading My House That Whistles Merry as a Teapot
The Last of the Mornings
Station 60. The road reaches [REDACTED]...…‘Well the raido’s dead.’ Knocking the input microphone against its transmitter, Mason frowned as his pugilistic methods of fault finding had failed to make good whatever problem was bricking the station radio. ‘What do you reckon R922 ERR is?’ he said, placing the microphone down and giving the isolation transformer … Continue reading The Last of the Mornings
The Failed Cultist Part III
Quiet and indifferent, the crest of morning began to build with a lazy amble upon the horizon. The mud yellow of sunrise filtered across Balendup, illuminating the chaotic mess of a third story apartment and a ritual left abandoned. Blood, still damp on the kitchen table, stagnantly reflected a small sun dog onto a patch … Continue reading The Failed Cultist Part III
What is Peppermint?
What is peppermint tea? Peppermint tea says a lot about you as a person. It says “Hey this guy or gal is a rambunctious go getter and man they’re looking really swell today.” Unfortunately the psycofrequencial good vibes emitted by the, very encouraging, tea are at a polar dissonance to human brain patterns and can … Continue reading What is Peppermint?
Yawn, Breakfast
The sunrise falls with the familiar thud of a Tuesday morning. Bleeps of urgency, hidden amongst the repercussions of an anarchistic filing system, leave three dreams short of enough sleep to collect their fragments and give consciousness a try.The “merrily” chirping alarm, continues to go about its job with such a professional aplomb that it … Continue reading Yawn, Breakfast
Aya and Carrick Part I
‘Hmm, that probably isn’t right…’ A wet thudd of viscera began to slowly patter back to the ground; A new hole ripped into the road expired with stray a magical energy and nipped at slow pieces of air hungrily. Haggard and dressed in a moth-eaten brown robe, the stunned Wizard coughed while lying upon the … Continue reading Aya and Carrick Part I
Sunday Short Stories 