I descended, picking my way through the detritus of cogs and springs, bolts and tiny wings, the leftovers from a lifetime of hard work. Each step was a tinkle-crunch, gears smaller than the nails of my fingers grinding beneath my feet. It made for slow progress, this ground. The rubble was sharp, and I did not want to cut myself on the rusted angles.He met me at the door, swinging it... [click here for more]
One November, Slippery Sam proposed a charity poker tournament be played on a Saturday. He had found a charity that touched his heart, something about preserving marsupials, and had arranged to give them a cheque, the equivalent of a casino’s rake for running a tournament, if the tournament were held. He had also gone to a nearby nature club and gotten volunteers to deal and help keep the game... [click here for more]
A short story set in the extraordinary world of Mÿd'RealmWeak and starving, He spends his days peering through iron bars, hoping that gold and silver will purchase back his life. When his friends and family arrive, they arrive prepared to have him freed, no matter what they have to sacrifice.
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