• Journal of Gordon Ogle – Day 3

      I woke in the middle of the night, couldn’t sleep. Kept dreaming about zombies. Pulled my rifle out, looked through the scope out at the desert night. Long slow sweep, nothing moving out there. Still and quiet. There’s my horse, still standing there. Dumb thing, don’t know to run away? Then I realize its …

  • Dretch

      The world flickered in front of him, splintered and reformed and developed before his eyes. The first thing that settled was dunbish music, a woman singing and a band churning out modern rock-infused traditional reels. He was standing in the shadows behind an information panel and under the shade of a city oak with …

  • A Survival

    Gwyrriun reclined…paused. His life was…out of control. He’d liked being a pirate…it was fun…it was free…but after a few days of flowing beer, lawless neighbors (that stole half his money), and a feeling of living in the moment so strong that it utterly voided any sense of the future at all (leading in turn to …

  • The Fortune of Captain Brolgen

    Brolgen sat along the seaweed strewn dock gazing at the hypnotic swirl of the waters in the glow of the setting sun. He could see strands of kelp in the orange and blues below him; the sky was blazing with colors so bright they could only be painted with light. He still had no ship. …