Stories tagged “OS&WH”

  • Another Page, Another Adventure

    A hint of burnt ozone hung in the air, the only sign of the Door that had opened moments ago. “Where are we this time?” Robert asked. “You know the answer to that.” Zxvasdf chided, his hands doing the talking. Robert was still a...

  • The Secrets of Our Gardens (Part 1)

    The old man’s name was Sid and he set a pace that reminded me of Tai Chi- insidiously easy. We weren’t moving very fast but after only a few steps I was sweating like I’d run a marathon. Sid chattered happily as we moved through the G...

  • Treason for Fun and Profit

    Robert tossed the message into the fire with disgust. He had read the orders a dozen times in growing disbelief but the words never changed. The court was going to lose two of its most prominent knights after dinner. While he admitted to being a mite r...

  • First Prong: The Magician

    Lord Robert quickly summoned a foot messenger to hold the ferryman at shore. Disguising himself, he made his way toward Peat’s Bog. Tossing a heavy purse to the ferryman, Robert stepped onto a small floating island and poled across the acid-black...

    • Author: 32 ^2
    • Posted 10 months ago.
  • The Cheshire (Part I)

    The elevator’s doors were the strangest I’d ever seen- covered in blue fur with a jagged purple stripe across the middle. I reached out, hesitantly, to touch them, wondering what door fur felt like. As my fingertips were tantalizingly close...

  • The Cheshire (Part II)

    “Hold the doors please!” cried a voice. I stuck my hand in the narrowing crevice. The doors stopped and then receded away revealing a dark haired young woman in a long red coat and matching hat. She smiled brightly, “Thanks!” &#...

  • The 'Rock Room'

    A spotlight came on, centering on a smartly dressed woman sitting on a stool at the front of the stage. Delicate fingers tuned an acoustic guitar. Her vibrant red hair and sharp facial features gave her a fox-like appearance. I had tagged her as ‘...

  • Zen Garden

    It was 3am and I lay awake, too many thoughts circling my mind. I needed focus. Slipping on a robe, not for modesty, but to save anyone else who might still be up, I wandered aimlessly, ending at an unfamiliar sliding door. Several rakes of differing s...