NARRATOR There is white hot vengeance and black pistols, and people who want to murder, fuck and rape this sonuvagun river country to feed their own lies . . . and reporting this kill-war in far south, a real showdown of loathing, is one intrepid man from Glasgow— Scotland, Great fucking...
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DAY ONE
JAVIER GAUTHIER
Hoover's payment came early this morning, sent by a courier. The timing was exact: 7:30 AM, morning, the clock's face showed. The man's name was Mr. Shelton Flat, of Peake's Post Service, and he asked for signature. Javier gave him a tip too.
He admitted that it was...
A Prelude To Events
Misery was thick in the air.
The crowds of men roiled through the cavities of the streets, shoving into and around him, threatening to fell him. They encouraged the heat instead of stifling it. Fabio paused for a few seconds to wipe the sweat from his forehead. The heat...
PREFACE
“The Tharin Kingdom was created over the past few centuries through the efforts of the Old Kings; they who carved out a state of peace in the hewn altars of the lands— whereas the rest of the mainland plunged into the Immortal Wars, in an endless conflict for territory, greed, and hope—...
Florida
1891
He looked back at the shrinking silhouette of the steamboat as it drove into the maw of the horizon, the black drop stark against the orange of the sun, fading slowly into the far between, and towards distant lands. His homeland was far away, he realized, more than he'd thought it...
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I would like to start this by saying I am no great author, ever the circumspect man. I'm at my weakest in rhetoric, my best at nothing. I am a simple writer, a fledgling writer, with no great knowledge nor understanding of the academic subjects— I prefer to dwell in the earnest thoughts...
It seems I, or we, need a partner. It's not a traditional 1v1 search, to be fair; I'm looking for a guy who can join our closed-group roleplay. It's low fantasy, completely original stuff— but those, in the bigger picture, do not matter. The clincher is that we're looking for determinate guys...
A Prelude To Events
I
Piracus strode down to the outer atrium of his father's manor, a day after arriving in Calun. He regretted spending last night downing shots of brandy, the alcohol's after-effects raging within his head. Tired from the journey, and weary from the liquor, he had skipped...
FRANE
At the peak of Frane's daily meditations, within the height of summer's part of the seasons, a hapless neophyte paid the veteran preacher a sudden visit at his mostly-hidden cave. It was not unfounded, they would both discover, the latter to a greater degree, and it certainly did nothing...
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Sometimes, I feel grateful for having the gift of sanity, the best and worst parts of sentience, and the awareness that I am such. Speaking with integrity, I am a semi-hobo, though I don't travel much, who revels in his ego and stupidity, and who, of course, thinks himself as beyond the...
FRANE
Water clashed against water, rumbling as it spanned the height of the cavern, rushing into the glassy surfaces. The chatter of the water weaved in with that of the local flora and fauna. The rustle of leaves, and the afternoon piping of avians, with the hoarse calls of distant animals. The...
The Blank Artifact
Darkness. Abysmal, treacherous darkness. Sleep?
It drew out. Step by step, cube by cube, until it contracted and formed a ripple. Swirled. Confusion. Moist? Devious.
Light. Searing, blinding light. Life.
The man woke up with a shocking jolt.
He was heaving, in and out...
MARKAS MALIVAN
Markas Malivan, ill-reputed soldier of fortune, gritted his teeth. If there was anything worse than the heat of the fire kingdom — a sudden departure from frozen seas and subsequent exposure to cracked deserts could leave anyone disoriented — it was the fact that you were going to...