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Month: February 2025

 Love in the Air: A February Tale. By Zin

Greetings and salutations!

Oh no, not this again! February, can’t you let me sleep in peace? Tella pleaded, tossing and turning. February lingered in the dim light, a ghostly presence drawing ever closer, pressing her to unveil the secrets of her heart. “Do you love me? Because my admiration for you knows no bounds.”

“Shush, February! Don’t muddle our connection with human emotions. You are perfect just as you are in my mind. You never hurt me; you love me in my quiet, awkward ways,” Tella rebuffed. “Now, please, go get busy. I’d like to catch some Z’s.”

But February chortled softly, “You know my duties begin the moment you drift off. My thoughts of you keep me awake; I only want your happiness and protection. But…”

“But what?” Tella snapped, her irritation flaring.

A Dickens at the End of the World Scene. By Sandra

[this is a potential scene to

-introduce some worlding

– show relationship between H and M]


Q: what do you think it shows of their relationship?

Is the style of language consistent with the time? (Victorian style).

Is it pacy/interesting enough as a small scene in its own right?


She could see the whip rising and falling in a horrified slow motion as the Beater hit the beggar again and again. The beggar, clad in ripped clothing, cowered away, his underfed form, twiglike next to the Beater’s meaty legs. The crowd around them was a mix of fascination and horror, and Henery  unconsciously moved forward, to better see what was happening, but he felt Mary stumble against him and he saw her face was ashy with shock.

‘Mary? Mary?’ he held her under her arm, but she whispered, ‘I am fine Henery, it is nothing really.’ She made an effort to walk more firmly.

The Sirens go to Church Door Cove Sequence. By Jason

The Sirens go to Church Door Cove Sequence. PART 1

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“They broke the rules of the Hunt!” Jynn’s voice rang out from the centre of the Circle. “They violated the sacred oath. The oath we all took in the name of the Mothers, to do no harm to a member of another Family. When I made my mark on the human and claimed him as my prize that should have been the end of it. Yet in that moment The Many did not stop. They were moving to attack us.

Were Peck’s actions reckless? Undoubtedly.

Did she brake that oath? Yes.

No-one, least of all my apprentice, would deny that.  But she acted instinctively and only to protect her fellows. Only to ensure the sanctity of the Hunt and only after The Many refused to yield!

Her actions need to be judged, and by the Mothers The Collectoris will judge them, but she acted with an honour and a courage that seems to be sorely lacking in the Circle at this moment.”

Jynn, stood proudly at the crystalline centre of the Circle and placed her hand on Peck’s shoulder. She looked at her apprentice, the youngster’s face coloured by doubt and uncertainty. You are a foolish girl. But you see this universe in a way that I don’t, in a way I cannot even pretend to understand, Jynn smiled at Peck.  I may be older and wiser but I have to admit that I am set in my ways. I see something bright and terrifying in you, Peck, something I think we will all need in the future. Peck tried to smile back at Jynn. 

“She will be judged here, in The Circle. I will not have squirreled away to your school. Her crimes must be answered,” S’Uba’s voice filled the chamber like a thunder cloud.

“What of the crimes committed by The Many?” The Herald stepped forward. “Will you judge them too? Or is that for another day?”

Jynn looked up at The Herald. His edges pulsed with a delicate silvery lace, a strange mix of deference and defiance. Be careful Herald, Jynn thought as she turned to look at S’Uba. You’re playing a dangerous game. If you are right about all this then she is a coiled viper, and she is sitting at the top of a pretty big nest!

Captain Camden’s Last Day by Martyn

Part 1: Captain Camden and the General

Captain Camden’s Last Day

Part 1: Captain Camden and the General

Even more than a decade after leaving the frigid caves of Antarctica for the humid streets of Lundeinjon, Camden Ironbell, Captain in Her Majesty’s Gnome Guards, still feels the chill of early mornings deep in his bones. It is as if he were permanently afflicted by a conjuration cast by one of the long extinct wizard goblins of the southern continent. This is especially the case on dark, forbidding mornings replete with a heavy mist clinging to the quays and wharves of old Lundeinjon town. 

“Cold feet are the bane of the working soldier, sergeant,” he observes to Sergeant Major Flintbrander, as they march along the quayside to the taxi-punt which takes them to the Gnome barracks near the northern city wall. The sun has yet to rise and the residents of the leafy suburb through which they march are mostly once again ensconced in their warm beds, as freshly laid fires warm the hearths of the rickety, stilted houses lining the canals that were once bustling roads.

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