“So, whada we have here?” boomed the jolly looking sheriff as he disembarked the airship “fancied you’d do yourself a little poaching eh, but didn’t bank on my pretty lil Ella here!” the man, who was short, round and red faced, laughed raucously with random snorts and other animal sounds that quickly deteriorated into a coughing fit. (This is part of an evolving, improvised story brought to you by Philip E Tinsley, fiction writer. Visit the narative website ‘Storyteller and… (more…)

“The Sheriff?” questioned Fellow as he eyed the airship. “The Sheriff” replied his captor as she stood up and stepped back slightly. Meanwhile the egg, having completed a tour of the perimeter (the decision to do this was based on its owners historical data) was now heading back to said owner with the information it had gathered. The egg, actually called ‘The Egg-o-System Uni-functional Personal Assistant Mk5′ by its manufacturers, Wattle Baskin & McCrab; oi, thing, eggy, stupid-machine, piece of… (more…)

Fellow considered his options; this didn’t take long. Then he slowly opened his eyes to be met by the sight of a small brass trumpet with a slim copper coil, wreathed in tiny green flames, protruding from inside. Looking past the horn he saw that it was actually the business end of a device he could only assume was a weapon; its long walnut and gold barrel terminated, and he used the word meaningfully, in a cluster of brass dials,… (more…)

Consciousness arrived with warmth and brightness, as the sun soothed Fellow’s skin and back-lit his eyelids with amber and gold. The events of the previous day swam across his mind’s eye, often doing backstrokes and waving at the camera; Fellow groaned. His travels had taken him to many strange and unusual worlds, but nothing had prepared him for the women of Maralynna, where he discovered that the female of the species is most definitely deadlier than the male! (This is… (more…)

The metallic egg ran silently between sleeping mammals. If it had the inclination to investigate further, which it didn’t, it may have noted their avian heritage. It may have noted their size too, which was well over nine feet tall with the build and muscles of a mountain lion; or, more appropriately, an eagle. It may have thought to mention their sharp, hooked beaks and long, sharp talons. But it had been instructed to find water and so that’s what… (more…)

Fellow fell as he clumsily tried to climb over the low fence in the darkness. Luckily the ground on the other side was soft; he didn’t have to guess what was making it soft as the putrid smell of faeces enveloped him. The slip into this whorl had been much more traumatic than any slip he’d encountered before, this made him wonder if he was loosing his edge. He pushed himself onto his side and then managed to get into… (more…)