When the clock struck four... Part 4
Those on board welcomed me with a kind of ancient respect, as if they had known me forever. Of coarse they had not, as if they did, I must have been either…
When the clock struck four... Part 3
Again, predicting my fate, I opened my arms and flew away with my amazingly random growth of required bodily function mutation (ARGORBFM), this time, I grew a…
When the clock struck four... Part 2
It was unfortunate then, the remaining lumberjack’s friend was dead, and he was very, very angry. “Damn” he said as he swung his huge, blood covered axe blade…