Sophaira
Sunlight crested the farthest mountain in the familiar gathering of spires, splashing onto the pathway that led to Mathieu's destination. He squinted briefly; the shadow that had covered him was near blackness, and very much unsuited to the reptile...
Journalist at Sea - Part 3
Nature was not on his side today; as the cobblestones became more sparse (though still configuring themselves to stub him at the most frequent opportunities) and the mud became thicker and deeper in the various cart tracks overlapping into snakelike...
Journalist at Sea - Part 2
The town today gave new and poignant meaning to the term 'dreck', but if anything could be said about it, it did seem to relish doing so. Hands deep in his pockets and gripping as much fabric as he could for warmth, the increasingly soggy rat...
Journalist at Sea - Part 1
If any cared to look at the monotone slab of a building squatting amongst equally stout fishermen and ship hands milling about their business below, they would have noticed absolutely nothing. The keen eye may, however, notice that despite all evidence...
Home is Where the Love is
\*\*\* ~~~\*\*\*~~~ \*\*\* ~~~\*\*\*~~~ \*\*\* ~~~\*\*\*~~~ \*\*\* ~~~\*\*\*~~~ \*\*\* ~~~\*\*\*~~~ \*\*\* ~~~\*\*\*~~~ \*\*\* ~~~\*\*\*~~~ \*\*\* ~~~\*\*\*~~~ \*\*\* ~~~\*\*\*~~~ \*\*\* ~~~\*\*\*~~~ \*\*\* _This was a commissioned story I got from...