“It’s ludicrous.” “It’s genius!” Tarr bellowed, triumphantly holding the wooden keg above his head as he waded in the shallow river waters..
Golden Rivers – #WritePhoto
Coffee Connoisseur
“You are not a coffee drinker.” “Oh hush now Paul, you see me get my coffee everyday!”
‘What is Going On?’ | Life Update!
Hey there readers! Let's cut to the chase; I've been away for a little while. Not many stories have been emerged from my currently crammed brain, and the progress on the Ended Saga has, to say the least, drooped a little...
Food? Food, food.
“I feel personally attacked right now.” “Food?” “Not now Brian,” Mara snapped...
Flight Log #2877
A1: They’re mobilising us for what? B1: Parabus apparently. Commander has taken emergency powers, so they’re saying, and he’s sending us out to some Confederate outposts...
Paul and the Inconvenient Pair of Pants
‘Mild’ they said. A ‘mild’ day of weather ahead, they had assured Paul. What a dick he felt like now...
First Bullet
Now, when I say I shot first, I don’t mean a literal bullet. Well, actually, now that I think about it, it kinda is, but isn’t what you think. It’s a tad complicated. At least, it seems to be in my head...
Traitor’s Crossing
Brahl was a dead man. The greataxe he heaved in his large hands would no longer save him, as across the rickety wooden bridge, his once friends stared at him with burning eyes of rage...
Bridge
Don’t burn your bridges. They insist it. But, as I stand staring at the bridge I’ve crossed, I can’t help but notice the ill-repair that it has fallen into...
Keep ’em Close
Piece of advice? Keep your cards close to your chest. You don’t know what anyone else has across the table, but they’re all wondering the same thing. Keep it that way...
