MemoriesAlso, there will be more Brillard stuff coming soon... I've been prodded to keep writing it, if you know what I mean.
Memories 08: marguerite"It didn't hurt that much last time." What strange first words to pry their way from between your teeth. But you didn't have my broken ribs. I was seething in pain, and couldn't get a word in edgewise.Memories 08: marguerite
The ritual had gone wrong, whatever that could actually mean. We'd stopped the cult from doing what they'd intended, but it hadn't stopped them from setting off a beacon. The way the hair raised on the back of my neck told me that.
"I...am...the...key..." I heard myself grunting. My mind went wild. I didn't say that. "I...am...the...gate..." I hissed. I wasn't talking. Surely you knew that. The look of fear in your eye
Memories 08: AndaI sat there, drinking a cup of coffee, the grey darkness outside making me regret this life of mine. Thunder crashed in the distance, but I didn't care; thunder wasn't ominous to me anymore. Only what laid ahead if I didn't finish my job.Memories 08: Anda
"Warm your coffee up?" you asked. I waved my hand over the cup, signalling 'no'. "Where ya headed?" you asked. Since I was the only one in the diner, you had to be talking to me.
"Up to the old Andaran place," I quipped. "County records indicate there's a cemetary up there, and I'm trying to track down some relatives.
Memories 08: wulfsdottir"Um, yes, hello. I'm trying to find a book in the reference section?" I asked you, hat in hand. The well-lit library was a welcome change to my usual haunts, in the darkened and mouldering sub-basements of New England courthouses, or the slightly-flooded basements of Acadian Historical Societies.Memories 08: wulfsdottir
"If these damn computers would work correctly, I'd be glad to help you. What's the title please?" I mumbled a response, for fear merely asking for The Book that they'd hear me. "Pardon me, I didn't quite catch that," you asked me again.
"The Necrowombicon," I repeated in a hushed tone.
"The what?" you asked incr
Memories 07: DoveyThe engines rattled and clanked over the hills, the low whine of their steam-valves scaring the horses. We were hiding in the copse of trees, as this wasn't our fight, but it was our land. The Prussians had occupied our farmhouse, and the Tripolis were holing up in our old barns. The Tripoli Engines were tabored in Sarkozy's pasture, and we knew that they'd set up a fake tabor near our millpond. They had come in the middle of the night and rousted us. We had a hell of a time understanding their French, but we certainly understood the guns. Father and Grandfather had already joiMemories 07: Dovey
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I don't think that it was too 'intense' when you started, I thought that your stuff was good when you started.
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