Cry Me a Murder (part five): Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Demon
I've seen rocks like these for sale at rpg and steam-punk conventions for a few bucks a piece. "maybe tell was trying to go legit," i suggested. "he's got a kid to look after." "there's one type of stone missing, don't you think?" "diamonds?"
The Testament of Kendall Whitaker
A Testament of Kendall Whitaker, Ophthalmologist, Amatuer Occultist Northern District of Charinthosse, 1928 This story is inspired by the works of H.P. Lovecraft I've often taken stock of the last few months of my life, curious of how I managed...
Silver Lining - 2
2 The jackscrew should have been easy: Loosen the cable turnbuckle, pop out the screw, clean and oil, and reinstall. That's how it would have gone, too, only the turnbuckle had gotten itself wedged up against the aft cabin bulkhead and jammed the...
Silver Lining - 1
1 It's barely first light when you step into the lounge. The air is crisp. It tastes of mist and diesel, and not as strange or frightening as you thought it would. Hell, close your eyes and it could'a been any old Sunday. Could'a finished rubbing out...
Silver Lining (Chapter 9)
1. Chapter IX, First Time for Everything 2. 3. \> "So are you two making out or something? Because I could come back if this isn't a good time." 4. \>You haven't known him long, but you'd know Tucker's voice anywhere. 5. \>He was at least your age,...
Silver Lining (Chapter 8)
1. Chapter VIII, Fight's On 2. 3. \>You're out ahead now. 4. \>He hasn't shot you yet, which you suppose is probably best, but you're already starting to wish he would. 5. \>Trouble is, now you can't see him. You can't see anything, or know anything...
dog detective story...(old..lil long...srry...)
If nothing else i thought the place was built beautifully, almost roman looking architecture, mixed with a little 20th century plus a sprinkle of steam punk for good measure. an interesting looking place indeed.
Silver Lining (Chapter 10)
1. Chapter X: Prom Night 2. 3. \>It's dusk by the time the alert's cancelled, and from the porthole you watch as the last flight of escorts melts into view along the horizon. 4. \>You've since showered, and traded your bloody undershirt for one of...