He stared out the misted window, quietly listening to the gentle rain striking the sash. Staring. How long was any one’s guess, for he himself had lost track of all time. At this hour yesterday, he would not have imagined Continue ReadingThe Screwed Writer
I could hear the teletype winding up before the phone even rang. Picking up the dispatch phone, the only thing running through my foggy mind is that this is the 4th call after midnight. Ugh. I slither into my sky Continue ReadingEven Steven
The brave Highlander stood atop the crag surrounded by the early day’s mist. O glorious morning! For victory over the enemies of Scotland was nigh! The regent of regents did not hold thoughts of earlier victories in his breast; for Continue ReadingThe Good Knight