Who Closed Last Night?
David counted out his tips with a relieved sigh as he saw the open sign for the bar switch off. It was a decent night for a weekday, but he was still looking forward to laying down on the couch and catching up on some shows after a long eight hours on...
Vagabond (1)
I woke up with a glaring pain encompassing the entirety of my thought, the cold of what appeared to be bathroom tile providing steady relief for what was either the mother-of-all hangovers or a sound beating. Maybe both. I tried to sit up, and found...
A Long, Dark Road (Part 1)
It's a cycle that has seen more reiterations than any man can fathom: life and death. From the moment of our birth, death looms over our lives, casting a darkness that no man can escape. All life must eventually bow before death; but death must...
Vagabond (Part 5)
Piro IV was an odd duck to be sure. It was a small planetoid, several degrees smaller than the moon we had just left, named for being the fourth orbiting body discovered in the system. It was the only real place of note in the system, with the rest...
A Long, Dark Road (part 5)
Strength, in terms of magic, comes from blood; power, in all terms, comes from intelligence. -Fenris Skjoll The sparse moments of sleep the travellers gained were not to last, as the comfortable silence of the mountain town was broken by the...
A Long, Dark Road (Part 3)
Hatred is a creation of men and demons. There is no anger amid the dead. - Damien Malcus _"I_ could get in just fine," Kath said, exasperated, "you? Not so much." "Why is that, exactly?" Varg asked as the two of them crouched alongside the road that...
A Long, Dark road (part 2)
I've never been a fan of the living; I much prefer the company of the dead. - Fenris Skjoll Varg sat at the edge of their camp, working a needle and thread through the bloodied flesh of his left forearm, working to close the wound with the...
Vagabond (Part 3)
After some much needed sleep and even more drastically needed showers, Corey and I set about killing the remainder of our time in transit. With my metabolism boosters and his caffeine addiction, neither of us were particularly good at sitting...
Vagabond (Part 4)
If the VIP section of Marcus' club was heaven, the backstage was most certainly god's personal retreat where he kept the finest of his kingdom to himself. Granted, there was little flair to the whole place, generally bearing a whole Spartan aesthetic....
Graceless
I tugged at the corner of my collar, trying to loosen the vice-like grasp of my tie. The uniform wasn't exactly a rare sight in the café, being little more than a mile from the school, but it still drew attention to me, and I was beginning to wish I'd...
A Long, Dark Road (Part 6)
Friends? Friends are for fools too weak to stand on their own. I have no friends, only servants and slaves. -Morgana La Fey The two travellers stood underneath the midnight shade of the graveyard, the church of long forgotten gods standing guard...
Grand Optimist
I awoke to a sound that can only be described as hellish, with some overly-happy ringtone blaring mere inches from my ear and an overly excitable parakeet screeching along to it. Some days it was hard to tell which was more annoying. ...