Felix Flam The Box
Copyright (c) 2009 Stephen Winterflood
He watched the wooden caravan moving slowly across the field, pulled by two big horses that looked like they were dragging the weight of the world behind them, and in truth they were.
It was early morning in the Carnivale of Delights, but there was already the usual collection of freaks and artistes milling about the tents and side-shows, preparing for the night ahead. But none of them paid any attention to the caravan that was approaching. Not a peek from the stilt-men, or a glance from the bearded lady, and not even the jugglers missed a beat in their juggling, as it drew n
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Decadent Oblivion - The Box
Decadent Oblivion The Box
Copyright (c) 2009 Stephen Winterflood
He said it was beautiful as he sat there and looked at me with those eyes from beneath that elegant mask. All he could say was that it was beautiful, and I believed him.
The Earl was not one for exaggeration, so when I found him knocking furiously on my door that early morning and going on about how wonderful it was, I couldnt help but be intrigued.
The Court had many an interesting diversion within its walls, and there was so much to wet our appetites here, but this was something else, something that I heard many a whisper about in the last couple of weeks, abo
The Box
Copyright (c) 2009 Stephen Winterflood
The Prosperous Dove silently landed on the Airdock platform. She had been a vibrant, lively trading ship that had often visited the Wind City over the years, but today she was like a ship of ghosts.
Each of her crew was a pallid shadow of their former selves, and anyone who had taken the time to look into their eyes would only see a look of terror deep within. What they had seen on this voyage they would never forget for as long as they lived. But thankfully they would not have to carry these nightmares with them for much longer, for they would never reach their next destination. Lost souls w
Felix Flam The Box
Copyright (c) 2009 Stephen Winterflood
He watched the wooden caravan moving slowly across the field, pulled by two big horses that looked like they were dragging the weight of the world behind them, and in truth they were.
It was early morning in the Carnivale of Delights, but there was already the usual collection of freaks and artistes milling about the tents and side-shows, preparing for the night ahead. But none of them paid any attention to the caravan that was approaching. Not a peek from the stilt-men, or a glance from the bearded lady, and not even the jugglers missed a beat in their juggling, as it drew n