The East India Company Director sighed. He took off his glasses and set them on the dossier. “Is […]
He is like the landscape, ancient, fissured, desiccated. He is the last one left who saw it with […]
May 11, 1926 09:00 The Norge’s keel resembles a warehouse as we ascend, piled with sleds and skis, tents […]
A piece of Flash Fiction for Armistice Day, 11/11/1918. This was supposed to be the end of war, but if was really the start of a much worse type of war.
Some say it was glorious, that the Goryani were heroes welcome everywhere. This is nonsense. We were hunted […]