The Breegull Boat Part 4: Never squat when tired.
A most unusual event happened that morning. Or whatever time it was. The engine quieted, shouting happened, and a heavy yank indicated an anchor had found a home. An event that nudged her off of the sheet she used as bed, enough so that she could wake...
The Breegull Boat Part 3: Not familiar, is it?
Her awakening was rude and rough. Her fingertips gripped carefully at the metal rim to pull herself across, before she let out a quiet yawn. The blur of vision slowly cleared up as she realized she was far at sea. Even here, she could feel waves trying...
The Breegull Boat Part 2: The non-garbage barge.
Over the weeks she was there, nothing was more rare and uncommon than a ship that didn't ask for the dock workers to help clean out the thing. Whatever from hold to hull, they always wanted something done by someone that wasn't on their ship. So few...
The Breegull Boat Part 1: Slimy, sticky, shiny.
She'd been there so long she started to run out of obvious terms to describe it. Not that she minded the challenge, though she took it as a clue that she'd been stuck there a little too long. Once you go from 'taped scrap' to 'bolted plates' it's easy...
Random Writings: Thank you for blackmailing me
It had been given much thought. Hours, days, pondering tinkering. Never had such excitement launched him from his bed, such hunger. Despite it being all words and commands, his tongue felt a sweet, lingering taste at the thought alone. This... job......
Danny Fletcher: Asthma Aftermath.
The soft humming of hospital fans and the murmurs of wandering doctors are the kind of noise a worrying mother shouldn't need to hear. But she did. For a few hours by now. She could tell you all about the rhythm and pattern of each of them, and with a...
Commission: Draconic Sportsmanship
To Jonas, it was a great day. The weather was warm, the sky clear, as it hasn't rained in a few days. Not just that, but he just got a brand new game and convinced her girlfriend to take up jogging with him. That meant he could get some nice views...
Demons and Data: Part 01
"Her throat bloated as a thick glop of saliva forced its way down. Her face sparkled as each drop of sweat reflected the brilliant sunlight. Her hands quivered lightly, clenching a small, fungus covered tome. The shoes she stood in were polished,...
The Explorer's Lament Page 2
The village of Everdale is a most mundane village indeed, for the naked eye. The houses are made of clay and hay, surrounded in modest tree vegetation beyond which lie large plains. There are fields with food crops and livestock, few carrying herbs...
The Explorer's Lament *TEST/Critique requested*
Long, twisting hallways, cursed stone walls, damned souls, rancid slime of things that died eons ago; the tunnels of Orak were nothing short of hellish and corrupting. The sanest minds, strongest bodies and quickest wits turns to dust when faced with...
Commission: Wind-down time.
The evening was settling in slowly as many that worked during the day came home, and those that worked at night left their homes. It was a shift that...
Commission: The viral porn (part 1)
Connie had only great grades, A's and all above. This made her college time nothing short of a breeze, or at least a yawn. She was considered the best of her...