Bitterblue Ramsey had refused the gifts, all of them. He’d turned down the money and turned deaf ears to all offers of promotion…he’d even shut the door in the face of his patron. Yet it had all been in vain.Bitterblue17 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Natalya Ardeyev was dead and rotting in a grave far deeper than six feet, and Dr. Ramsey Atkins had put her there. The operation had been risky by nature (and at best); any sane doctor would have burnt their name from the books at the mere suggestion—but with the Brothers always watching and waiting, even that choice had been taken away. They had come to his home to deliver the order; the rapid knocks on his door had nearly sent Ramsey into the throes of cardiac arrest. To the terrified paranoia of his ears, the sound had possessed far too much similarity to a round of staccato gunfire. As soon as the unmarked black envelope had emerged from the depths of the masked messenger’s coat, Ramsey had resigned himself to
Herald of the RHS Agia MariaHerald of the RHS Agia Maria21 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Athenian night grows late,
His Majesty reviews a last document,
Calling for a ship like none seen before,
An awe-inspiring maiden of war,
Upon the document he plaecs his seal,
And the chains of motion begin…
Slowly a design takes form,
The most powerful ship of war,
Beyond what has ever been dreamed…
In the great mills of the Empire,
Out of molten iron and steel,
In furnaces of searing fire and flame
Emerge the essance of her being!
A skeleton of steel grows from the Kydonia Yards,
A great looming hulk rises from Southern Athens,
In the slipways of the great yards a mighty ship of war takes form!
Upon the moment of her herald Her Majesty grants her but a kiss!
Toward the sea the great monolith moves, for the first time!
The Preists, the Decons, vigorously bless her,
Into the sea she slices like a great blade!
From the fires of welds,
From the hammer of joints,
And from the very passage of time,
The Agia Maria is born!