The Dawn of a New Sunday The night had been strangely comfortable, almost serene and free of snoring. Gareth felt…
Yesterday's Campfire The acrid stench of vinegar and disappointment flooded the home tech kitchen. Had it not been for another…
The Field "Outsiders call us a marching band, because they only ever see us when we're marching a parade. They'd…
Vinaigrette The cacophony of metal being slammed by kitchen utensils jolted Gareth out of his slumber. It had been a…
Friday Night Blues Warren arrived at the house just after 5.00pm. The sound of a thousand falling needles greeted Gareth…
Holding One's Breath The familiar smell of cigarettes greeted Gareth as he entered the house. The air was bitterly cold,…
Leviathan The winds were in a torrent around the ships as Aera’s attack sucked in all it could. Mirru’s communication…
Yutah's Troopers Aera stared blankly at Mirru as if she was the most fascinating blueberry in the world. Yes, a…
Battle Upon the Briny Blue “DUCK!” screeched Marco as he jumped back down into the hull below. Smaz only had…
Knight Light Smaz walked up to the left side of the ship, which stood on the calm waters in the…