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12th of June 2015 Close to an hour has passed since Parker spotted the lighthouse to the South, we changed course and have been sailing towards it since then, but we don’t seem to be getting any closer. The lighthouse appears to be only a few miles away, just at the very edge of our... Continue Reading →
10th of June 2015. I awoke this morning with a throbbing headache, my sinuses are already blocked and all I wanted to do was stay in my Motel bed and sleep, but I know how much we need this money. It would be selfish to turn the job down, I have mouths to feed and... Continue Reading →
To Whom It May Concern, My name is Doctor Stephanie J. Dawkins and I am writing this letter to publicly express my concerns for the new consciousness swapping technology developed by Anderson Industries, known commonly as K14. I was once a believer in the technology and it’s potential to treat a wide range of different... Continue Reading →
They will pay, that is for certain, that I know. Whether it is tomorrow or in a thousand years they will all pay, all those who bear the wretched names of those fools who entombed me here. It’s the only thing that has kept me sane, knowing that someday I will get to tear them apart limb from limb.
This here is the last will and testament of Labinus Marcus Othello or at least that is what this document is acting in place of. I have pondered on it for many months and have yet to come up with a title better suited to what this document represents, because all though my body will... Continue Reading →
Having a very large rum and coke to celebrate.
I am forced to recollect the horrid tale that has left me trapped inside this car as a prisoner of my own mind; doing so is the only way I can think of to ensure that I have not gone entirely insane. I can feel my heart beat deep within my chest, each time I... Continue Reading →
The beginning of the epic pirate saga "Blood of the Harpy"
We met on a dreary Sunday morning, the clouds hung low blending in with the heavy fog, the winds howled sending chills through my knitted cap. Our Sunday School teacher Mr Manston let us out of class early, as he often did and while the other children chose not to brave the harsh conditions outside,... Continue Reading →
