#FridayFlash : The Creation Genocide

The order came down at dawn, as it always did, passed from one worker to another by smell and taste. True word of mouth. They had no verbal language, the click of their mandibles nothing but noise. Although they could feel the vibration, they had no ears with which to… Continue reading

#FridayFlash : Never Trust a Crew that’s Not Your Own

14 Oct 1590 We shall arrive in London soon. Ordinarily I would rejoice at seeing my home again, but under the circumstances I find it impossible to feel anything but dread. My father’s indifference will undoubtedly have turned to hate by now, and my mother– Although she could never hate… Continue reading