

Continuation of the NightmareAnd so we all moved in on the same day in the end. Things were looking up. That was until I got into my room and found there was no room for the storage of my own personal arsenal. No matter, it could stay in hidden in the corner. A heated argument upstairs brought me out to investigate. Mr Vine was arguing with the Reverend. Now arguing with a man of clergy was not something I thought was a good idea, but then again Mr Vine wasn't a man to let that stop him. He liked a good argument every now and then. Turns out that Mr Vine had stolen the Reverend's bed. A trivial matter amongst any sane people, the reverend took this as a personal insult.Continuation of the Nightmare
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Beginnings and All ThatBeginnings and All That It all began last year in a rusty old boat. This was no ordinary boat. Someone in the almighty wisdom had decided to cart this hunk of rusting scrap metal, some good mile and a half away from the nearest body of water, up a hill and dumped in the middle of a roundabout in the middle of the new area upon which I walked and called home.Beginnings and All That
Now the logic behind this baffled me. Who would do such a thing? No one sane would do it and maybe that’s what attracted me to this place. People say madness attracts madness. Maybe it brought out some primeval instinct I had to ride the open waves and feel the salty br
Harrier in Flight
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