We had to do some business with another crew known as the restless bitches. They’re a violent bunch of women but our captain is never unsatisfied when trading with them.  What I just realized last week was that almost all of them were wearing heels. I have a question for the restless bitches,

                                                       WHY?

        I understand that maybe you’re very fashion forward, but why on earth would you wear heels during work? Have you…

            From my mother, inherited an inability to take any crap. That’s a fact. My mother didn’t put up with tom foolery in her classroom or out of her class room.  I like to think that that’s why my father married her. I will never forget the day we arrived in London. My mother and I were crossing the street and a carriage came bumping in, almost running over both of us. As the carriage came to an abrupt stop, the driver began yelling at her to move her ass.  But Mrs. Porter does not…

            Not many people feel the need to question their friendships. I’ve never had to anyway. But when you think about it, besides my captain, I see Dominique as my best friend on board. The two of us seem to love starting trouble, manipulating the other half of the species, and of course, kicking the living crap out of the amateur bounty hunters with no manners.  We share inside jokes and partner up for missions. Sometimes when she’s cooking, I’ll sit in the galley and we’ll have…

Liza sat perched on the roof of the bar, watching the sunrise. Its warm beams clearing the slight fog. She shivered from the cold morning air. "Rolof isn't back. Useless mutt," she fumed to herself. "This is going to be harder than I thought," she said as she slid down the thatch roof. She landed squarely on the ground and brushed off the dirt.



The priest arose from his slumber in a cold sweat. "Damn nightmares! Always the same damn thing," he yelled at the…

For those that want a hard copy, I will keep this update. Also, i think that link is shareable to the public.

The%20Alicia%20Grey.pdf

"Papa, who was that?" Alicia asked as he carried her.

"That was Liza Richmont. One of the most dangerous hunters out there," he explained as they walked along the road. "We have to find mom before she does." Alicia nodded and hid in his shoulder from the wind. Jacob started scanning the sides of the road for a place to rest.

Liza sat at the bar and sipped her ale. She had confidence that Rolof, while brutal in his methods, would finish the job and bring her the…

Hello,

As of about two weeks ago, I was evicted from my online home on the Empire. A place i kept open at all times, a place where I met several great people and even better friends. I have been kept in the dark by Ms. Marsh. I am not going to 'snipe' as she puts it. My only thing on that subject, is for someone who goes over the top with moderating and tries to promote civility, why can't they give the courtesy to at least explain why I was…

The two sat in the bar and ate their bread. Jacob was finally happy to eat again.He knew he needed a bigger pack for food but, that would sacrifice room for weaponry. He observed his daughter watching a poker game at the adjacent table. His smile quickly faded as he noticed a priest walking into the bar. He tapped Alicia on her back and she turned to her father. He gestured to the priest and she hid under the table.

"Evenin' Father" the barkeep lilted while pouring a…

 Firelight nestled like a bird in the lenses of askew reading glasses, flickering while the librarian, Ivonne scratched at parchment restlessly.

“Plague it,” Her voice rasped, unused for hours while she bend over this fragile book attempting to record the various tales and limericks drilling honeycombs from her head, extracting the honey of her sanity. She set the pen down with such force that it set into the wood of the writing desk.

Ivonne groaned and pushed away from the…

Jacob and the little girl sat on the end of the wagon as it bounced down the road. He quickly lunged for the gas mask as it began to fall from the cart. "Damn roads," he muttered, noticing his breath in the air.

"Papa, how long will it be before we get to eat again?" She asked.

He sighed and smiled as his daughter moved closer to him, "Hopefully soon dear. Should be nearing a town soon," he said as both their stomachs let out a loud grumble.

"I think we have some bread…

The Would Be King

It was a normal morning in the rolling fields of Vadrefjord, the sun was rising but it wasn't promising to be a warm day, typical weather of Hibernia. Octavius, or…

Jacob and the little girl sat on the end of the wagon as it bounced down the road. He quickly reached for his gas mask as it nearly bounced off of the cart. "Damn roads" He muttered under his breath. "Papa how long will it be before we get to eat again???"

He looked at the girl and sighed a little, "Hopefully soon dear. Should be nearing a town soon." He said as both their stomachs let out a loud grumble. "I think We have some bread left" He said as he started rummaging through his…

Soft murmurs. 

"Sawyer."

No.

"Josephine."

Go away.

"Josephine!"

WHAT. "What!?"

"Are you sleeping?"

She opens her eyes, suddenly aware that he's right. As she shuffles around in her chair, trying to find comfort again, the police captain comes into focus from across the table.

'Wake up," he barks.

"I'm awake." Irritability stains her voice.

"Josephine Sawyer, I've been captain of the London police for sixteen years.…

She walks into the bar, hips swaying, the air around her tasting ever so slightly of alcohol and lovemaking. She tilts her head to the side and leans over the counter. Dark laughter breaks through the lively chatter behind her. "Well, if it isn't the clockwork babydoll herself. Hands in the air, Sawyer."



She steadies her heart. It's only the police. No worries. She drapes an easy smile across her lips and opens her arms. "Captain Randall Tawnley, ladies and…