At a Piccadilly café the raven discovered a love for cherries, which Millie indulged by buying several fruit-topped cupcakes. As he hopped around inside the cake tray and dusted himself with coloured icing, there was a chuffed and bubbly monkey-chatter to his chirp. Large corseted bosoms in that season’s colours bobbed on opposite currents across
After the unfortunate incidents at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, Hercules Gray led the two members of the Order of St. John to his headquarters, atop the tallest building in New York City. This was through the hidden high-speed elevator, designed by Gray himself, which went up ninety floors in the space of a few
It was meant to be the historical exhibition of the century. Thousands of ancient artifacts, coming from all over the world, brought together under one roof – New York City’s Metropolitan Museum of Art. Only one man could bring about such an achievement – Hercules Gray! For months, Gray’s own Hercules Foundation for Research and
Millie wondered if she would be prone to sea sickness. Probably. The stableman’s little cart swayed and the rugged roads dipped in and out of the soily rocks. Mr. Grenwald – paid to drive to town and keep quiet once a week – threw an eyeball full of disapproval at the raven whenever the road
‘Things sure have gotten lively around here!’ Jiding Gongbao shouted to no one in particular, before getting shot square in the shoulder. He cursed in mandarin as he tripped backwards, the left side of his body numb due to the blast impact. The audience cooed and wondered at what they thought was a rather realistic
Millie glanced at the diploma hanging next to her mirror. –”Dr. Millicent Fethermann…hmm“ That’s how the voice of the hand that wrote it would have trailed off as it grudgingly signed that piece of paper. In the mirror she could see the raven, turning its one good eye towards her and blinking, clacking its beak
Level -5, the Lava Suite. Sometimes, I sit in my office and daydream about what I’d do if I had money. You know, a lot of it. I’d buy myself some decent clothes, a car, nice place to live, a hooker or two. Nothing fancy. I always preferred low key. But I guess when you’ve
It was a sky of grey slate which the ravens perforated that morning. They sat on the branch of the great tree, and every morning it was the same question. –”Papa, when shall I have one of the black birds?” –”You can never have one Millie, my silly, they are wild things and will snatch
She was occupying the bathroom. He needed to shit or puke… one or the other, or both. He giggled, he couldn’t wait for her to get out because he wanted to see her, but he also needed to shit, to puke, to piss, to clean his face and go ‘aaah.’ He was drunk, and so
by Judy Swann I decided to call the guy up and leave some Dylan on his machine. I practiced how I would tell him I was changing my name. I was driving behind a pickup, wobbly red butt straight ahead. To the left the snow-covered hills and ovals of cradled grain. Prickly grass still peeked