Against All Odds: Part 10 - Coalescence
Seems as if another Sunday's rolled around, which means it's time for Part 10 :) As always, comments are appreciated! * * * Part 10 - Coalescence A torrent of regret carried Nathan away the moment he opened his weary eyes the following morning,...
Trading Places
A short story that I've been meaning to write up. Based around and expanded from a little RP session myself and Jevin held a while back, I finally got round to starting on my downtime over the AC period :) It involves a pair of wolves, one big, one...
Grenzen
_ **Grenzen** _ Our narrow wooden stairs squealed with each descending step. An awkward night's sleep had left my neck sore and my back surely twisted. My kingdom for a bed of quality to match that I had left behind in Linvendia. My manor, too, for...
The Treehouse
**_The Treehouse_** Jason dashed excitedly through the kitchen towards the back door. A cheerful smile beamed from his little face. "Mum, I'm going out to play in mine and Dad's treehouse, yea?" he cried out. "Hold on a minute!" she called after...
Getaway: Parts 1 & 2 (AaO Side Story)
**_Getaway_** **_Part 1_** Everything jerked at once. My monitor and fan rocked back and forth. Pens skittered and tumbled off of the desk. Hell, even the fully-loaded filing were thumping. The shaking affected everything, all the way through...
Getaway: Part 12 - Final
_ **Part 12** _ It had taken forever and a day to get ourselves to the airport. At seven that morning, I figured peeling myself off my hostel bed would be the toughest part of my day, especially after the less than sensible night we'd enjoyed before....
Slim
_ **Slim** _ These makroudhs were tiny. Like, mind-blowingly. Six diamond-shaped pastries sat arranged on a square plate; the centrepiece of the hand-sized tray I was carrying across the restaurant. I wondered, how in the world Dad managed to bake...
Courier
_ **Courier** _ I had a problem. A big one. So carried away, so firmly in the thrall of tourist mode, I'd managed to lose my bearings completely. Certainly, I was no stranger to wandering off and going astray during holiday expeditions, but this was...
Gameface: Part 3
_ **Part 3** _ We broke. Everything that needed to be said, had been. Fifteen of us went our own ways, jogging into our starting positions. The five waiting in reserve joined Coach and Tomas on the bench, Damian included. Our referee for the day, a...
Gameface: Part 2
_ **Part 2** _ Sunday morning. Gameday. Biting cold, with blue skies. The heavy rain we'd had since Thursday had finally moved on, but not without leaving a calling card by way of drenched, muddy parkland. Even the gravel paths were more slick than...
Blessing Day: Part 5 (Final)
_ **Part 5** _ _(Marek)_ We spent a couple more hours with my parents in the living room, sharing stories and checking out old photos that had of me saved on their phones. Poring over picture after picture of my teenage self from fifteen years ago...
Blessing Day: Part 4
_ **Part 4** _ _(Marek)_ We left our game of Regicide half finished, and while it hadn't whipped up the positive, lively atmosphere that I'd hoped for, the six of us had at least enjoyed what had come so far. At least, nobody had got bored enough to...