The writer-comedic text
People view the world differently, depending on their profession. Continue Reading
People view the world differently, depending on their profession. Continue Reading →
My name is Paul, and I did something I’ll regret for the rest of my life. I betrayed my own brother, Ernest, and I paid the price for it. Continue Reading →
Co jest z tym jedzeniem z wolnego wybiegu? Continue Reading →
What’s the deal with free-range food? Continue Reading →
The tavern door creaks as you push it open, the smell of oil and old smoke washing over you once more. Continue Reading →
The caravan departs Al-Mazir before dusk, winding eastward along an old trade road gouged into the desert by centuries of passing hooves and wheels. Continue Reading →
You stay still, letting the fight play out.
The sun watches, cruel and high, as Saheb slams the hilt of his blade into your guide’s ribs, driving him to one knee. Continue Reading →
The sword is in your hand before you even realize you’ve drawn it.
You step into the circle, your voice sharp as flint: Continue Reading →
You stare at the snarling pack.
Your heart races. Sand clings to your skin Continue Reading →
You meet it midair, blade flashing. The impact jars your shoulder, but the steel bites deep, and the beast crumples at your feet with a strangled yelp. Continue Reading →