Firelight nestled like a bird in the lenses of askew reading glasses, flickering while the librarian, Ivonne scratched at parchment restlessly.
“Plague it,” Her voice rasped, unused for hours while she bend over this fragile book attempting to record the various tales and limericks drilling honeycombs from her head, extracting the honey of her sanity. She set the pen down with such force that it set into the wood of the writing desk.
Ivonne groaned and pushed away from the…Continue
Added by Ivonne Lawrence on January 29, 2013 at 11:00pm — No Comments
Jacob and the little girl sat on the end of the wagon as it bounced down the road. He quickly lunged for the gas mask as it began to fall from the cart. "Damn roads," he muttered, noticing his breath in the air.
"Papa, how long will it be before we get to eat again?" She asked.
He sighed and smiled as his daughter moved closer to him, "Hopefully soon dear. Should be nearing a town soon," he said as both their stomachs let out a loud grumble.
"I think we have some bread…Continue
Added by Alexander Baker on January 29, 2013 at 9:00pm — No Comments
The Would Be King
It was a normal morning in the rolling fields of Vadrefjord, the sun was rising but it wasn't promising to be a warm day, typical weather of Hibernia. Octavius, or…Continue
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Jacob and the little girl sat on the end of the wagon as it bounced down the road. He quickly reached for his gas mask as it nearly bounced off of the cart. "Damn roads" He muttered under his breath. "Papa how long will it be before we get to eat again???"
He looked at the girl and sighed a little, "Hopefully soon dear. Should be nearing a town soon." He said as both their stomachs let out a loud grumble. "I think We have some bread left" He said as he started rummaging through his…Continue
Added by Alexander Baker on January 29, 2013 at 7:00am — No Comments
"Are you sleeping?"
She opens her eyes, suddenly aware that he's right. As she shuffles around in her chair, trying to find comfort again, the police captain comes into focus from across the table.
'Wake up," he barks.
"I'm awake." Irritability stains her voice.
"Josephine Sawyer, I've been captain of the London police for sixteen years.…Continue
She walks into the bar, hips swaying, the air around her tasting ever so slightly of alcohol and lovemaking. She tilts her head to the side and leans over the counter. Dark laughter breaks through the lively chatter behind her. "Well, if it isn't the clockwork babydoll herself. Hands in the air, Sawyer."
She steadies her heart. It's only the police. No worries. She drapes an easy smile across her lips and opens her arms. "Captain Randall Tawnley, ladies and…