No repose for the wakened....My eyes opened. I was looking into a world that I had not gazed upon for so very long. It was glorious, as if I was seeing it for the first time. There was no time to take in the beauty however.No repose for the wakened....
The first breath was pulled into my long disused lungs, the air like a fiery simoon, burning, straining filling my chest. The gasping noise that my desperate intake of air produced reached my ears, no longer deaf to the world of the living’s rich sounds, bringing me back from the pain of the gulping breaths I was taking.
My back was arched and my chest, rising and falling with intense urgency, was pushing skyward from the s
You cannot escape...The higher ups knew nothing. The entire experiment had been a failure and the man currently climbing onto the carriage was the only one who knew about it.You cannot escape...
He dragged a large case in behind him, and then closed the carriage’s livery covered door. He was safe now. In these troubled times the mail coaches were the only truly safe way to get from place to place. The coachmen outside and the guard who sat beside him were both bound to be competent crossbowmen, and the safe stop-offs on the mail routes were close together and very well protected.
The man finally felt he could relax. His tensed shoulders slumped as h
Introducing Enoch, Ch IIChapter 2Introducing Enoch, Ch II
“Laughter is the best medicine.” - Maran Quicktrigger
Enoch had been sitting in the corner of the bar drinking as much as he possibly could since Canair had dragged him in earlier that morning before he rushed off to organize call. The table was littered with empty mugs, although its entire surface was dry. Enoch believed in preservation of alcohol, and thus never spilt a drop. He had been given a lot of time to think, while sitting at his table drowning his sorrows, an ice pack pressed against his groin, and had come to several conclusions.
The first conclusion was that whoever ha
Introducing Enoch, Ch IChapter IIntroducing Enoch, Ch I
“Hello everyone, my name is Enoch, and I’m an alcoholic…” -Enoch Mori Brahim
The early morning air was thin and crisp. It wasn’t cold, just chilly enough to make breath seem warm, and water seem cool. It was silent, no chirping of birds, no wind through the long grass, and no stir of human activity. In fact, almost nothing at all was moving. The hills were still and silent as the dawn rolled slowly over them. The sky became blue and clear, not a cloud to be seen in any direction, though it was not harsh or glary which was often the case out across the plains.
A man was
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