Adventure
Sparrow on a Plank Chapter 13: Into The Bowels of Hades
Sal and Hajime quickly re-established their routines, with a few noticeable differences. Hajime was able to maintain his morning meditation and the evening stint in the crow's nest, but his instruction in the ways of the sea was stepped up a bit. This meant that he had to deal with a certain of hazing, but he was learning a new profession. By the time he hit Bubastos, he knew as much as a journeyman sailor, and was able to sail a small boat by himself, or be part of a crew without embarrassing himself.
By Jamais Jochim2 months ago in Chapters
The Ink of the Void
The rain in Glenhaven didn’t just fall; it wept. It was a thick, shimmering precipitation that tasted faintly of ozone and old regrets. I watched it from my office window, the neon sign of the Wyvern’s Tail Tavern across the street flickering in a rhythmic, sickly purple. Every time the light hit a puddle, it sent a ripple of violet through the grime of the street. It was the kind of city where even the puddles felt like they were hiding something.
By Sai Marie Johnson2 months ago in Chapters
The Inverse of 114
Phase I: The Initiation of Displacement The mechanism requires a displacement of 4.2 centimeters to initiate the stabilization cycle. At exactly 0600 hours, the primary drive weight, a lead cylinder weighing 140 kilograms, begins its descent within the stone shaft of the Highland Array. The friction of the braided steel cable against the iron pulley generates a frequency of 440 Hz. This sound vibrates through the mortar of the tower, shaking loose 0.4 grams of limestone dust which settles upon the primary brass gears.
By Sai Marie Johnson2 months ago in Chapters
Tattoos & Rail Guns Chapter 13: You May As Well As Be In The Army Now!
The next day began at dawn. Since the squad was not assigned to a mission outside the fort, today would start as a regular day. This meant an hour of exercise in the morning. Fortunately, it was a light day for the squad, consisting of little more than push-ups and sit-ups followed by a short two-mile run.
By Jamais Jochim2 months ago in Chapters
Brass Ring Interlude 3: One Less Orphan
The 25th Annual Overton Orphans Ball had been going well. The LED thermometer tracking donations was almost full. The dance floor was full and the champagne flowed enough to maintain a healthy buzz. Of course there was enough wheeling and dealing for those who continued to work even when they should be playing.
By Jamais Jochim2 months ago in Chapters
PERCEIVE
I remember as a child growing up, I always look forward to night times where I could go to bed, close my eyes and imagine things. Every night was a continuation from where I left before dozing off the previous night. I imagined all kinds of things that I even created a vision board without realizing it. I imagined myself as someone from a particular family, having a certain skin tone and hair color and going to places with my parents. I remember cutting out pictures from magazines and sticking them onto one of my exercise books dedicated for that purpose. It was enjoyable doing it and I loved it! I don't know when I stopped and why I did. But that was my world of being a child, free from worries and stress, free in my mind, free to create an imaginary world where I found my excitement in. Now if you ask me to tap into this child in me and redo those things, the experience would be different. I would look forward to night times so I can get good night rest.
By Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)2 months ago in Chapters
