Pirates of Identity_Apple Picking_Amour on the Moor_The Wide Black Yonder
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Pirates of Identity
My passion the seas Many accounts had been written on the sighting of the floating island, though many had contradicting points, for example; the brief history written by the French explorer Jean Du Pont, whose exploits had been known by most of Eastern Europe as successful, read of a cloud with vines draping from it, but upon further observation they realized that the cloud was in fact a giant island but by the time they came to this notion, it was too late and they spent their final energies and efforts chasing the ever-distancing island which soon crossed the horizons and left Jean Du Pont ...
Apple Picking
Vernon’s a piece of living shit, and under any other circumstance, I’d cut off my left testicle before forking over any money to support his living. But he’s the only dragon dealer in town. “Well if it ain’t Joffrey Adams,” Clive Atkintyre calls from ten feet away, before he’s all of a sudden here, and’s got his arm around my neck. “Haven’t seen you in this half-a-town in ages! What brings you by this fine evening?”This fine evening’s been polluted with rain, soot, and old homeless men peeing on the church corner as if it’s God’s fault, mythical or real. “Apple pickin’,” I tell him, forcing my...
Amour on the Moor
Amour on the Moor- L. B. Walt -Churning a path through stagnant ash and dust, Jack and Alice knew it was too late to turn back. The warmth of the air drifts by them and the sun falls behind clouds stained sepia by smoke. An opportunity like this is far too great for their curious minds to ignore.Enthralled with excitement, they cycle eagerly beside one another, swapping playful glances as they ride past charred trunks of trees and smouldering scrub. The hills gradually retreat making way for the hollow marshlands where the remaining sunlight merges with the distant smoke, washing everything in...
The Wide Black Yonder
If Roderick Deschiens could have drawn breath at this moment, he would have taken a deep one. He was going beyond what any man had ever done in the history of mankind. Let’s face it, he told himself, you’ve been breaking barriers for the past fifty years or more. This was just one more. Except there would be no return from this one. Probably. And if he did return, what then? What was there to come back to? He had no family. Tamsin had died five years ago, what was left of his own body had been switched off long ago. And now Louis Baker-Forbes, his best friend, was nearing the end of his life,...www.onedoor.cc