The Loveland Frogman
It is too dark to see beyond the glow of the torch, the soft flicker illuminating the road just ahead but only hinting at the …
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It is too dark to see beyond the glow of the torch, the soft flicker illuminating the road just ahead but only hinting at the …
It is humid, the air heavy and still, growing thicker as beach turns to marsh. Insects float lazily over the water, and you swat the …
The air is thin and cold, altitude high enough that snow still clings to the ground and sits heavy on tree boughs. A crust of …
It is a cozy evening in the pub, a few regulars sitting at the bar sipping in contented silence, a group of travelers huddled around …
The mood in the tavern is joyous, celebratory. Laughter and good-natured shouts echo through the rafters, mugs are filled with beer and mulled wine. Then, …
The hall is filled with laughter and the rich smells of roasted meats and freshly baked pies. A roaring fire keeps the winter cold at …
You slither out of our bedroll and stretch, bracing against the cold morning air. You’re up first, so it’s up to you to start a …
The table is set for an elaborate feast but the halls are quiet, eerily empty. You make your way slowly, quietly through the great hall, …
An alien city winds across the landscape, newly built roads and buildings spiraling out from the coastline. It looks unfinished, like these newcomers are only …
The air is hot despite the overcast skies, and you keep your skin covered up to avoid burns from the harsh rays that do make …