The small boat drifted out into the lake’s still water with the aid of a push from one of the people on the shore. In the distance, the sun was setting over the sands of the beach and the sky was dyed a deep, blood like red colour, with the grey clouds turning orange in [...]
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“You stole from me, Jack,” Alexander Grant said, spitting down at the man on the floor as he did. They were in the middle of nowhere, somewhere in the desert, but their exact location was unknown. All the two men knew was that it was dusty, it was dry and it was very, very hot. [...]
Erik Cole stepped through the swinging doors of The Roaming Rogue’s Tavern and an eerie hush fell over the room. The pianist in the corner stopped playing his upbeat jig and the silence became deafening. Cole stopped just inside, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead and allowing the doors to swing back into [...]
Chris wasn’t particularly sure what to make of the universe. It didn’t seem quite correct today and he had had to pinch himself several times to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. He didn’t think he was, but then again he might just have been pinching himself in his dream and then dreaming that he wasn’t [...]
The town was silent. Henry “Bushfire” Cunningham was lying on his back staring up at the wooden roof of the shack he was in. The town’s jail, he thought, was something that he should be able to break out of. There were the usual iron bars down one side, but the other three walls were [...]
