Fly with the Eagle_Vaudeville is Dead and Maybe Captain Billy Too_Bitter Concoction_Sarah's Solo
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Fly with the Eagle
The wind blew, frigid and sharp. My sweat-stained shirt took the brunt of the chill but a cold shiver still electrified down my skin. The sensation was oddly calming. I took in the cool air and opened my eyes. Small wispy clouds www.onedoor.ccdrifted high above, casting their shadows onto the forested landscape below. Mountains bulged from the rolling terrain. A mix of fall colors blanketed the horizon, filling my mind with a nostalgic peace as I thought of all the joy the holidays used to bring. “Just a little farther,” I rasped and then licked my dry lips. Part of me regretted not bringing any water on ...
Vaudeville is Dead and Maybe Captain Billy Too
Author's Note: The saga of the Good Tugboat Samson continues. Starting in Contest #180 and #184、 Captain Billy Chunk and his crew face new challenges from outside and inside on the waters of Puget Sound.It was early Monday morning aboard the Good Tug Boat Samson. The crew was mustered in the Galley for a Safety Meeting. The topic of the Monthly Safety Packet was "Ladders: Step Up to Safety!". Ladders? A sense of Deja Vu washed over Captain Billy as he was certain he had heard this topic for the umpteenth time. The verbose Mister Mate Mark began to read this missive from The Company to the crew...
Bitter Concoction
A vial filled with dragon's blood and blessed by Arch Wizard Antonius Septum, himself. This product has only been given to Septum’s most trusted and honorable disciples. To which, there is only one receiver: Robert Penn. This tiny concoction can turn a lanky man into three times the size, all within a moment’s noticeThe potion is only to be used in times of great danger. When taken, all primal instincts takeover and the inpidual cannot possibly have control over themselves, or even remember their time under the influence. This magic is the- “I’ve heard enough, Lucas!” The Librarian says in a ...
Sarah's Solo Sightseeing
The hot sun felt nice on the back of Sarah’s legs. It felt a bit hotter here than back home. Harsher. Almost like a punishment that felt good. She had rubbed sunscreen on her legs earlier that day and wondered if it was time to reapply. The rest of her body was protected by the white and blue striped umbrella that was put out and opened before she ever arrived. It was never intended specifically for her, but for whoever was willing to pay the extra ten Euros to sit in the front row. If she was a responsible person, she would have sat in the cheaper chairs, but she did not feel like now wa...