Ghyll
My #fridayflash entry is now available, a weekly fictional webserial set in the world of Ghyll:
The Guardian of Aloons - 3:
There I was, buried under the burning beams, notebooks, and bird carcasses of my destroyed office, sleeping it off like a building’s beating was just another day. When I awoke, I found that someone had pulled me from the rubble and laid me on the street out front. I sat up coughing and marveled at how the last five years of my working life could so tidily be reduced to a smoldering mound of ash. A few pachyderms, called in from the nearby city, were spraying water on the remains.
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My #fridayflash entry is now available, a weekly fictional webserial set in the world of Ghyll:
The Guardian of Aloons - 2:
I laid on the soft earth behind my office for a few seconds trying to grasp what was going on. Hastily penned and blown-out notes in my left hand, a smoking bird’s leg in my right, my naked legs and scrunched undergarments a wee bit lower, and ol’ cranky Gurptshonis standing over me with flames and smoke blocking out the sky behind her head. I will admit that this image haunted my dreams for weeks to come.
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My #fridayflash debut is now available, a weekly fictional webserial set in the world of Ghyll:
The Guardian of Aloons - 1:
When I came to, I was kissing the gravel. She was gone. I tried to raise myself up, and that’s when I noticed a few of the rarer things in life: getting clocked by a six-inch heel feels much like a jab from a two-bit thug, and this was the third time my pants were missing. You’d think that I’d be getting used it by now. The beatings, not the pants.
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Burgengute of Ghyll, as seen in Gerth, November 30th, 2006:
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