Five-minute fiction - 23:51-23:56
Its all a matter of perspective, Angeline, I said as I turned and paced the last ten feet across the living room, a journey Id taken I dont know how many times in the last hour.
Its a gamble, either way.
Angeline sat, legs crossed underneath her on the couch and picked absently at the tray of veggies. Shed heard this...
Read More
Its all a matter of perspective, Angeline, I said as I turned and paced the last ten feet across the living room, a journey Id taken I dont know how many times in the last hour.
Its a gamble, either way.
Angeline sat, legs crossed underneath her on the couch and picked absently at the tray of veggies. Shed heard this...
Read More
Five-minute fiction - 22:57-23:02
Ca-caw! Ca-caw! Grim said as he raised his hands and waved them frantically at the figure perched in the small tower. The guard, so obviously a guard, as he was in fact occupying a guard tower stood. He stared in stunned disbelief as he realized what he was seeing, but almost at once his lizard hind-brain, the one that seems to...
Read More
Ca-caw! Ca-caw! Grim said as he raised his hands and waved them frantically at the figure perched in the small tower. The guard, so obviously a guard, as he was in fact occupying a guard tower stood. He stared in stunned disbelief as he realized what he was seeing, but almost at once his lizard hind-brain, the one that seems to...
Read More
Five-minute fiction - 16:14-16:19
There is a trend among the upward-rising, past middle-aging middle classers of the City, and it involved canes. And more specifically, wooden canes, typically made from ash, or some other hardwood that could bear to support the weight of a heavier than they ought to be middle-classer. However, the cane the woman held could easily have supported the weight of herself,...
Read More
There is a trend among the upward-rising, past middle-aging middle classers of the City, and it involved canes. And more specifically, wooden canes, typically made from ash, or some other hardwood that could bear to support the weight of a heavier than they ought to be middle-classer. However, the cane the woman held could easily have supported the weight of herself,...
Read More
Five-minute fiction - 00:36-00:41
The group known as the Mild Mannered Miscreants met every every Tuesday in the back room of the Sad and Lonely Pub, which was a bit of a misnomer as few of the pubs patrons were sad or lonely, in fact most were married, if somewhat unhappily, and came to the establishment to connect with others in predicaments similar to their...
Read More
The group known as the Mild Mannered Miscreants met every every Tuesday in the back room of the Sad and Lonely Pub, which was a bit of a misnomer as few of the pubs patrons were sad or lonely, in fact most were married, if somewhat unhappily, and came to the establishment to connect with others in predicaments similar to their...
Read More
Five-minute fiction - 23:30-23:35
Lightning split the sky, casting back the darkness and illuminating the figures skulking along the rooftops. They moved quickly, their heavy, black-grey cloaks dancing fitfully in the nascent breeze that rose from the nearby sea. Boots scuffed silently along the weathered timbers of the sloping roofs. Metal glinted in the spark of lightning, betraying the figures intentions. Death would be dealt...
Read More
Lightning split the sky, casting back the darkness and illuminating the figures skulking along the rooftops. They moved quickly, their heavy, black-grey cloaks dancing fitfully in the nascent breeze that rose from the nearby sea. Boots scuffed silently along the weathered timbers of the sloping roofs. Metal glinted in the spark of lightning, betraying the figures intentions. Death would be dealt...
Read More
Five-minute fiction - 16:00-16:05
The market square teemed with activity. The usual hustle and bustle of the urban centre had been doubled by the arrival of a fleet of new ships at the docks. Now, merchants, sailors, foreigners hocked their wares in the street. Shouting to the crowd the deals that could be made, the money that could be saved. Society had existed for centuries...
Read More
The market square teemed with activity. The usual hustle and bustle of the urban centre had been doubled by the arrival of a fleet of new ships at the docks. Now, merchants, sailors, foreigners hocked their wares in the street. Shouting to the crowd the deals that could be made, the money that could be saved. Society had existed for centuries...
Read More
Assignment #4 - Two Sides to the Story. (3rd Person)
The human species was easily a thousand generations more genetically evolved than canines, but no one had decided to tell Pete Haines that. His, normally faithful, dog, Max, short for Maximum Pain in the Ass, had decided that today, of all days, was the day to show his disdain for the Vancouver Canucks hockey team,...
Read More
The human species was easily a thousand generations more genetically evolved than canines, but no one had decided to tell Pete Haines that. His, normally faithful, dog, Max, short for Maximum Pain in the Ass, had decided that today, of all days, was the day to show his disdain for the Vancouver Canucks hockey team,...
Read More
Five-minute fiction - 20:49-20:54
Come on, its only ten feet, Darker said, conveniently from the other side of what was the yawning chasm of an alley between the two block houses, or so.
Or so, is exactly what Im concerned about. If I only jump nine feet, or so, Im going to end up down there, Grim said gesturing toward the darkness of the alleyway....
Read More
Come on, its only ten feet, Darker said, conveniently from the other side of what was the yawning chasm of an alley between the two block houses, or so.
Or so, is exactly what Im concerned about. If I only jump nine feet, or so, Im going to end up down there, Grim said gesturing toward the darkness of the alleyway....
Read More
Five-minute fiction - 22:28-22:33
The high-pitched whine of the engine rose as it approached, rebounding of the towers of steel and obsidian glass office towers. Electronic eyes, manned and unmanned turned as the single headlight of the motorcycle sped into view. The slender figure on the back barely visible in the custom-fitted body armour. But those watching didnt need to see the target to know...
Read More
The high-pitched whine of the engine rose as it approached, rebounding of the towers of steel and obsidian glass office towers. Electronic eyes, manned and unmanned turned as the single headlight of the motorcycle sped into view. The slender figure on the back barely visible in the custom-fitted body armour. But those watching didnt need to see the target to know...
Read More
Five-minute fiction - 22:50-22:55
Grim dropped the last ten feet into the compound landing with his knees bent and his sap at the ready, but no alarm was raised, no guards, guard dogs, guard-wards, or the like came barreling out of the dark to tussle with him. Content that the coast was clear, at least for the moment, he turned and caught the rope as...
Read More
Grim dropped the last ten feet into the compound landing with his knees bent and his sap at the ready, but no alarm was raised, no guards, guard dogs, guard-wards, or the like came barreling out of the dark to tussle with him. Content that the coast was clear, at least for the moment, he turned and caught the rope as...
Read More
Five-minute fiction - 22:35-22:40
It was the single most valuable tome in the entire library. Nearly one thousand years old, and featuring the rise and fall of the whole of the Western Reaches. Thick iron bands bound it to the dais, each manacle, bolt, link, swaddled in protective velour to preserve the delicate cover. It was a right of passage for the young apprentices to...
Read More
It was the single most valuable tome in the entire library. Nearly one thousand years old, and featuring the rise and fall of the whole of the Western Reaches. Thick iron bands bound it to the dais, each manacle, bolt, link, swaddled in protective velour to preserve the delicate cover. It was a right of passage for the young apprentices to...
Read More
Five-minute fiction - 22:28-22:33
They called it the Tick-Tock Revolution. It was greatest singular event that changed the City. The entirety of the Citys political structure was reshaped. But that was on the highest levels. Down on the cobbles, or more precisely in the gutters, nothing much changed. It still rained when it rained, and people still hurled buckets of excrement from their windows.
Those...
Read More
They called it the Tick-Tock Revolution. It was greatest singular event that changed the City. The entirety of the Citys political structure was reshaped. But that was on the highest levels. Down on the cobbles, or more precisely in the gutters, nothing much changed. It still rained when it rained, and people still hurled buckets of excrement from their windows.
Those...
Read More
xo