Land of the Ley-Lines - Whittle and Whistle by Sergekamada, literature
Literature
Land of the Ley-Lines - Whittle and Whistle
Scraping a hunting knife against a large branch, Marcus carefully whittled away at the bark. Humming a slow tune in his head helped him focus on his work. Chainmail hung on a branch next to him with the familiar red guard's tunic draped over Marcus awkwardly. It had been nearly two hours now since he had started this little project and he had forgotten completely where he was. Carefully placing the knife in it's sheath as it leaned against the log he sat on, Marcus took a deep breath. The smell of lilac and thistle tickled his nostrils as the breeze gently caressed his dirty face. A squirrel perched on one of the countless oak trees surrounding his well fueled fire chirped in curiosity. Pink leafs glowed in the still night above the oaken canopy, a reminder the great willow watched over him. Setting up camp in the Freyan Grove was some of the most peaceful times he'd known. Living amid the hustle and bustle of the inner city proper was never his style. Naturally when he joined
Bartholomew and the Raven Catacombs by Sergekamada, literature
Literature
Bartholomew and the Raven Catacombs
Bartholomew’s orange and striped fur laid limp and damp over his thin Abyssinian cat body. His top hat was left in the care of Ricky the raven after learning what his current mission was. The smell of mold and decay overwhelmed his sensitive nostrils and he cringed in disgust at the state of the catacombs he was sent to explore. Ravens were often nomadic, which led to complications with their death rituals for passed comrades. Their catacombs were located far to the north of Ravenhome beneath the Featherstone taiga, which made for some interesting complications traveling via airship. Thankfully Ravens had created routes to make it easier to transport their passed thaumaturges and high-ranking nobility to rest in their most sacred of places. The darkness only added to the cold, with nothing but a small lantern to guide his way through to find his target. The walls were carved into the side of a mountain where they inlaid precious stones in the rock at every casket. After passing
The Blockbuster Experiments by Sergekamada, literature
Literature
The Blockbuster Experiments
Working steadfast into the night, Professor Friday hunched over an ornate lab table riddled with devices. His lab coat was stained with butter and salt from his weekly binges after hours. Glasses hung from his neck while he watched a thin strand of black fiber weave itself into a bigger band. A computer printer fed a near-endless stream of paper with zeros and ones to the white laminate tile floor below.
“That's right... That's it... You just keep spinning my thread little one. You have no idea how important you will be to the future of humanity!”
He cackled lightly to himself as he sat hunched over the table. A knocking on t
Percie Invades The Super bowl by Sergekamada, literature
Literature
Percie Invades The Super bowl
Percie laid sprawled across his couch, flipping channels on the TV. He scratched his short scruffy purple hair with one hand. The other lazily pressed buttons and nearly failed to keep the remote in his hand.
Glancing out the window of the thirteenth story apartment he was occupying reminded him he was in Chicago. Sundays were usually his lazy days, but not his boring days. Percie's PM device sitting on the floor next to him enticed him. Picking it up slowly, he stared at it inquisitively for a moment.
“Hmmm... What do you have in store for me today? Let's see what Brightstone is up to.”
The fifty inch TV began to fuzz in and o
So Much Knowledge, So Little Intelligence by Sergekamada, literature
Literature
So Much Knowledge, So Little Intelligence
Words zipped past Reg's view in his augmented reality as he read an eBook in class. He'd managed to program in his reading speed which allowed him to speed read through just about any book.
“Reggie, are you paying attention?”
Miss Hooper, a tall blonde woman who looks about ready for a mid-life crisis by wearing jeans and a really tacky turtle neck sweater to a high school. Reg turned off his book feed of Advanced Survival Techniques: Deserts and cocked an eyebrow.
“Yeah, I guess so.” sighed Reg. Last time he spoke his mind it ended up making him look like an idiot in front of his entire class.
Miss Hooper smiled d
If That's How It Must Be, Then Soviet by Sergekamada, literature
Literature
If That's How It Must Be, Then Soviet
Deep in the forest of Murica, Ohio, a group of middle aged white folks erected their tent at their campsite. Day time had passed with beer and burgers, fun and shenanigans. Now night has befallen the quiet forest with little more than the crackling of a fire and the hoot of an owl to disturb them. They sit around a camp fire telling stories. This is but one of many tales woven by the eccentric campers.
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The Kremlin, Moscow 1982
A team of top generals and consultants have been assembled to discuss strategy on how to undermine power in the United States during the height of the cold war. General Yakov stood clad in traditional military
Bartholomew Finds A Sparring Partner by Sergekamada, literature
Literature
Bartholomew Finds A Sparring Partner
Standing awkwardly with his hand resting on his rapier, Bartholomew stared at his feet for a moment. Countess Reyna was steps away pacing back and forth behind a large mahogany desk. Papers were scattered across the desk with a fountain pen broken and ink spattered across the desk. A small phone in the shape of a fish was off the hook, the receiver hanging from the cord off the desk.
“You know Bart, I've been having a hell of a day. First you appear claiming to be investigating our export logs. Which in and of itself is incredibly stupid because you're accusing us of shipping catnip to Hawks and Falcons. Do I need to explain why that's
A Wake Up Call With A Snooze Button by Sergekamada, literature
Literature
A Wake Up Call With A Snooze Button
Staring at the TV, Gary scratched his belly. Laying down across the couch was all he could do to keep from falling asleep. Life had gotten so dull lately. Everything was generally the same day to day. Work at the office was always boring. Being a pencil pusher made it difficult to get in the right mindset to spice up your life.
“In other news, a local gas station is under investigation for a string of murders-”
Grabbing the remote, he turned off the TV. It clicked silent to leave his mind to wander. Here he was, thirty-two with a steady job, bills are paid, fun money is there. Yet something just doesn't feel right. How could he
Bartholomew and Kvasir's Gardens by Sergekamada, literature
Literature
Bartholomew and Kvasir's Gardens
Bartholomew reveled in the smell and sight of the great Kvasir's gardens. Everything had been cross-bred to be massive. Well, at least to most of furmanity it was massive. At present he strolled through the lilac fields. Though these lilacs towered above him three stories tall. Bright pink, purple, and blue petals created a canopy, giving the light that made it through turn similar shades. It was as if his own eyes had taken to a specific color pallet that washed over a sea of brown and green.
Birds flew between the massive leafs and petals. Schools of small song birds played in the colorful light. They dove and dipped, riding the
Land of the Ley-Lines - Whittle and Whistle by Sergekamada, literature
Literature
Land of the Ley-Lines - Whittle and Whistle
Scraping a hunting knife against a large branch, Marcus carefully whittled away at the bark. Humming a slow tune in his head helped him focus on his work. Chainmail hung on a branch next to him with the familiar red guard's tunic draped over Marcus awkwardly. It had been nearly two hours now since he had started this little project and he had forgotten completely where he was. Carefully placing the knife in it's sheath as it leaned against the log he sat on, Marcus took a deep breath. The smell of lilac and thistle tickled his nostrils as the breeze gently caressed his dirty face. A squirrel perched on one of the countless oak trees surrounding his well fueled fire chirped in curiosity. Pink leafs glowed in the still night above the oaken canopy, a reminder the great willow watched over him. Setting up camp in the Freyan Grove was some of the most peaceful times he'd known. Living amid the hustle and bustle of the inner city proper was never his style. Naturally when he joined
Bartholomew and the Raven Catacombs by Sergekamada, literature
Literature
Bartholomew and the Raven Catacombs
Bartholomew’s orange and striped fur laid limp and damp over his thin Abyssinian cat body. His top hat was left in the care of Ricky the raven after learning what his current mission was. The smell of mold and decay overwhelmed his sensitive nostrils and he cringed in disgust at the state of the catacombs he was sent to explore. Ravens were often nomadic, which led to complications with their death rituals for passed comrades. Their catacombs were located far to the north of Ravenhome beneath the Featherstone taiga, which made for some interesting complications traveling via airship. Thankfully Ravens had created routes to make it easier to transport their passed thaumaturges and high-ranking nobility to rest in their most sacred of places. The darkness only added to the cold, with nothing but a small lantern to guide his way through to find his target. The walls were carved into the side of a mountain where they inlaid precious stones in the rock at every casket. After passing
The Blockbuster Experiments by Sergekamada, literature
Literature
The Blockbuster Experiments
Working steadfast into the night, Professor Friday hunched over an ornate lab table riddled with devices. His lab coat was stained with butter and salt from his weekly binges after hours. Glasses hung from his neck while he watched a thin strand of black fiber weave itself into a bigger band. A computer printer fed a near-endless stream of paper with zeros and ones to the white laminate tile floor below.
“That's right... That's it... You just keep spinning my thread little one. You have no idea how important you will be to the future of humanity!”
He cackled lightly to himself as he sat hunched over the table. A knocking on t
Percie Invades The Super bowl by Sergekamada, literature
Literature
Percie Invades The Super bowl
Percie laid sprawled across his couch, flipping channels on the TV. He scratched his short scruffy purple hair with one hand. The other lazily pressed buttons and nearly failed to keep the remote in his hand.
Glancing out the window of the thirteenth story apartment he was occupying reminded him he was in Chicago. Sundays were usually his lazy days, but not his boring days. Percie's PM device sitting on the floor next to him enticed him. Picking it up slowly, he stared at it inquisitively for a moment.
“Hmmm... What do you have in store for me today? Let's see what Brightstone is up to.”
The fifty inch TV began to fuzz in and o
So Much Knowledge, So Little Intelligence by Sergekamada, literature
Literature
So Much Knowledge, So Little Intelligence
Words zipped past Reg's view in his augmented reality as he read an eBook in class. He'd managed to program in his reading speed which allowed him to speed read through just about any book.
“Reggie, are you paying attention?”
Miss Hooper, a tall blonde woman who looks about ready for a mid-life crisis by wearing jeans and a really tacky turtle neck sweater to a high school. Reg turned off his book feed of Advanced Survival Techniques: Deserts and cocked an eyebrow.
“Yeah, I guess so.” sighed Reg. Last time he spoke his mind it ended up making him look like an idiot in front of his entire class.
Miss Hooper smiled d
If That's How It Must Be, Then Soviet by Sergekamada, literature
Literature
If That's How It Must Be, Then Soviet
Deep in the forest of Murica, Ohio, a group of middle aged white folks erected their tent at their campsite. Day time had passed with beer and burgers, fun and shenanigans. Now night has befallen the quiet forest with little more than the crackling of a fire and the hoot of an owl to disturb them. They sit around a camp fire telling stories. This is but one of many tales woven by the eccentric campers.
#####
The Kremlin, Moscow 1982
A team of top generals and consultants have been assembled to discuss strategy on how to undermine power in the United States during the height of the cold war. General Yakov stood clad in traditional military
Bartholomew Finds A Sparring Partner by Sergekamada, literature
Literature
Bartholomew Finds A Sparring Partner
Standing awkwardly with his hand resting on his rapier, Bartholomew stared at his feet for a moment. Countess Reyna was steps away pacing back and forth behind a large mahogany desk. Papers were scattered across the desk with a fountain pen broken and ink spattered across the desk. A small phone in the shape of a fish was off the hook, the receiver hanging from the cord off the desk.
“You know Bart, I've been having a hell of a day. First you appear claiming to be investigating our export logs. Which in and of itself is incredibly stupid because you're accusing us of shipping catnip to Hawks and Falcons. Do I need to explain why that's
A Wake Up Call With A Snooze Button by Sergekamada, literature
Literature
A Wake Up Call With A Snooze Button
Staring at the TV, Gary scratched his belly. Laying down across the couch was all he could do to keep from falling asleep. Life had gotten so dull lately. Everything was generally the same day to day. Work at the office was always boring. Being a pencil pusher made it difficult to get in the right mindset to spice up your life.
“In other news, a local gas station is under investigation for a string of murders-”
Grabbing the remote, he turned off the TV. It clicked silent to leave his mind to wander. Here he was, thirty-two with a steady job, bills are paid, fun money is there. Yet something just doesn't feel right. How could he
Bartholomew and Kvasir's Gardens by Sergekamada, literature
Literature
Bartholomew and Kvasir's Gardens
Bartholomew reveled in the smell and sight of the great Kvasir's gardens. Everything had been cross-bred to be massive. Well, at least to most of furmanity it was massive. At present he strolled through the lilac fields. Though these lilacs towered above him three stories tall. Bright pink, purple, and blue petals created a canopy, giving the light that made it through turn similar shades. It was as if his own eyes had taken to a specific color pallet that washed over a sea of brown and green.
Birds flew between the massive leafs and petals. Schools of small song birds played in the colorful light. They dove and dipped, riding the