Mayflower: Fallen Branches
The dead man grasped Pametum’s leggings. Wide eyed, Pametum quickly pulled away, releasing himself from the dead sailor’s grip while simultaneously spinning on…
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Mayflower: Fight or Flight
Pametum took a quick step back, raising his knife and holding it horizontally in a defensive position. The stone man across the deck let out another low…
Mayflower: Stoneface
Pametum slowly stood from his crouched position, the firmly packed snow beneath his feet further crunching as he rose. His eyes were now locked on to the gray…
Mayflower: The Gray Men
Pametum remained crouched next to the nearest dead man, his grip tightening on the bone handle of his hunting knife. Despite the stubborn icy winter winds that…
Bicycle Built for Drew
The uppercut was epic. If it had happened in slow motion, the grace of the slender yet toned bicep slicing - nay, tearing - upwards through the air would…
Making the Leap
Standing at the precipice, the chasm wasn’t nearly as wide as at appeared from a distance, nor as deep. Traversing this should be no problem. He was…
Federal Exterminator
I’m just a lowly civil servant, paid measly wages to do the bidding of my employer - the United States Government. More precisely: the Department of Timeline…
Blind Fools with Perfect Eyes
Rich bass lines hammer on my bones Squid arms strangle with love Empty houses make empty homes Two black birds, one lonely dove See what you want in imagery…
Annoyance with a Capital Z, Part 2
My first instinct should have been to run away. But for some odd reason, I did the opposite. I think I was just stir crazy after all those days locked away…
Mayflower: Those on Deck
Pametum scanned with a quick glance and counted - Four, five, six. No, there is another... Seven bodies lay dead on the deck of the ship - perhaps more, he…
Mayflower: First Visitor
The canoe glided next to the large wooden ship, the small rippling waves knocking a few floating hunks of ice into the hull with hollow thumps. Pametum looked…
Mayflower: The Approach
Pametum stood and signaled to Kautonbe and Yespilou, huddled in their winter furs at the foot of a nearby hill. Raising a single hand and gesturing to the sea…
Mayflower: Winter Silence
Pametum had been keeping a watchful eye on the large ship ever since it floated into the bay and dropped anchor. It had not moved from that location in many…
Annoyance with a Capital Z: Part 1
The movies and comic books never gave an accurate portrayal of the zombie apocalypse. When the dead started walking a few months ago, the world immediately…
The Seed in Room 18
The keys on my belt jangled - not jingled, mind you. Jingling is the bright, cheery sound of fluttering fairies and ice cream trucks. The dozens of heavy steel…
It Giveth
“Red foot. White foot,” said the talking tree. “I can’t tell. They’re both so close.” “That’s right,” I answered. I paused - was that actually a question? _No…
Rain Check
The tiny scrap of paper had been passed down from generation to generation. My mother seemed to recall her mother telling her that it was over 300 years old…
Makings of a Good Sandwich
I cannot believe I’m out of mayo. Standing in front of the refrigerator, I pinched my eyes shut in frustration and dropped my chin to my chest, letting out a…
(Re)introduction to Sven
One more time through the year 2010. Unlike some years - 1066 and 1969 spring to mind - 2010 doesn’t get any better with repeated viewings. My name is Sven…
The Fine Line Between Snob and Connoisseur
Ian eyed the tap selection - typical Bud/Miller/Coors macro swill - and looked past the bartender and into the small fridge behind the bar. There must be…