The Camp and the Drunkard by leothefox, literature
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The Camp and the Drunkard
VII. The Camp and the Drunkard On doctor's order, Theodore did not disembark from the ship right away when they made the dock. The residents of the scant settlement were all abuzz, for they had heard of the blockade, and the sailors were letting out scraps of news of how the blockade was beaten. The setting, we must address, is what citizens of The United States call Oregon Country, but which is generally considered politic for all others to call the Columbia District. Our heroes in this strange history are sons of those United States, and so we shall refer to the place as Oregon Country. It may trouble you to picture the scene of this place, our humble reader, and we feel the need to lay it out for you. This piece of Oregon Country, while still quite wild today, was almost entirely ruled by nature at the time of these events, being the summer months of 1819. The population, for such we have hinted there was, numbered under two hundred persons, most of them working men
The Window, the Door, and the Bullet by leothefox, literature
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The Window, the Door, and the Bullet
XXIV. The Window, The Door, and The Bullet In the attic of the roadside inn, Nedward Bellamy beat two of his victims nearly to death, and then threatened the Claimant, Roger Tichborne, with death. Hiding in a crawl space, Brett Piper reached the gun brought by farmer, Martin Downe, only to find his wrist snatched. Brett looked and saw that it was the farmer himself who held him, having just returned to consciousness. The farmer's drawn face stared into Brett's. Neither man had ever seen the other, and yet their destinies were entwined. The two men's eyes were locked and the moment felt as though it went on forever. Neither dared to speak, and if they had it might have been murder in itself. Martin Downe could not know that this was the man he had been sent to deal with, perhaps to silence forever, but here they were, their faces inches apart. All at once, Bellamy turned to the corner and saw the two men, evidently struggling for the gun. “Philistines!” he cried, “you
The Stinger Mystery chapter 19: Three Many Cooks by leothefox, literature
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The Stinger Mystery chapter 19: Three Many Cooks
“Dear Readers, Do you suffer from flu? Headaches? Toothaches? Upset stomach? With the aid of Detective Stinger Tusk's scientific efforts, we have uncovered the solution to all of these and 150 other ailments. This is not the usual 'cure all' or 'tonic' one often finds sold by doubtful healers, but an elixir that gets at the root of all human ailments: the general weakness of the constitution of modern man. In this era of scientific comforts and industrial development, we have lost our own former vitality. This elixir is the solution! Send along a self address envelope and 50 cents and receive the key to health and vibrancy that was known to men long before the Egyptians erected pyramids on the burning sand! -The Editors” Chapter 19: Three Many Cooks We hid in a depression in the wall of the mine, with the two false brothers walking right up towards our hiding place! We could hardly run away, however, nor could we simply kill the two enemy agents, for Dale
Flight of the Scavengers - a tale of terror by leothefox, literature
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Flight of the Scavengers - a tale of terror
Flight of the Scavengers a tale of terror “The believer in eternity may find he is condemned to extinction.” -Grymmac the Mad In the total darkness there was nothing but the voices, and the voices spoke in strained whispers: “They have not gone. You can feel the vibration.” “We must wait.” “They play with us, they draw it out intentionally.” “They received the signal, just as we did. They know we will stay.” “Why do they care?” “Why do they do anything? We know that they do it.” “They are ruthless.” “Yes.” “How can we stop them?” “By following the signal.” “Suppose it is a trap?” “Perhaps it is.” “Then we will die.” “Yes.” I. While the shadowed nightly heavens between the spheres have glittered cleanly since time immemorial, there sadly came a time when even these were dirtied by the reach of growing ambitious societies. Of this principle, the cosmic system of Yrogerg was no exception, for the desolate planets were wreathed not only with small moons
The Resolution and the Puyallup River by leothefox, literature
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The Resolution and the Puyallup River
VI. The Resolution and the Puyallup River Theodore stood on the forest of the high cliff and waited to hear the captain return his call across the water. They were roughly two miles distant, with the ships of the enemy in between, and so the call of a duck had been used for a signal. The young frontiersman had given his signal, but could not act until the reply came from the captain. He waited, listening for the slightest ghost of a sound. In moments, perhaps seconds, the captain of the Hudson's Bay ship would lean that Valiant West had not fled the scene and they would open fire. The sound of the duck call broke the stillness. Theodore sprang into action. From where he had stood, the young frontiersman had a clear path to the sheer edge of the cliff. In a couple of swift bounds, he had launched his weighted body out into space! Both of the lines snaked around him went taut and he shook in mid air from the sudden stop in his flight. It was quite like the action of the
What Occurred in the Attic of the Inn by leothefox, literature
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What Occurred in the Attic of the Inn
XXIII. What Occurred in the Attic of the Inn The landlady of the inn revealed to Martin Downe that Brett Piper was among the guests, but was not sure which was which. The farmer asked her again about where he was. “I think I saw him headed to the attic,” she said. “We have a scenic room up there, quite a lovely place in Spring. I fear he will be disappointed.” “Thank you.” Martin Downe rushed up the stairs. At the top, he found a closed door and a shadowy space. He listened at the door. He listened and a sound came, the sound of a man groaning in pain. “Enough of that!” a man's voice called out harshly. “You should have left well enough alone.” Another voice whimpered “You played me false. You weren't going to pay me at all, were you?” “What if I wasn't? You are a common criminal.” “And what might you be?” this was spoken by a third voice, of a more regal cast. “It seems to me that if there has been a crime then you are criminal as well.” “Silence, you fat fool. I
Look upon the Pyramids;
Vast, titanic, awesome, grand
And utterly useless!
What malignant ego of what long-dead king
Caused these murderously huge tombs to be built
To house a few withered corpses?
How many perished, hauling massive blocks
Into place--bones broken, flesh squashed flat,
Widows and orphans wailing by the Nile...
Pharaohs of old, where are your bones?
The Pyramids are empty, your treasures stolen;
Only bare stones remain to mock your pride.
Tarkis Laboratories, birthplace of the most advanced cybernetics in the Galaxy, has become the unofficial capital of the Robotic Uprising; as a result, the planet of Corrodor III in the Hephaestus system is now a quarantined world, kept under the watchful eyes of Galactic Defense/Security...but I've gotten a bit ahead of myself, as usual. Corrodor III has for the past eighty Standard Years or so, been the main supplier of AI technology to the Galaxy--specifically, robots designed to perform tasks too physically challenging or too dangerous for sentient beings; their robots have become a mainstay throughout the Galactic Alliance for such tasks as mining, construction, etc....about thirty years ago Dr. Ruthven Tarkis, a brilliant Corrodorian cyberneticist, developed the most sophisticated humanoid robot yet: the AJAX droid! Designed according to Galactic regulations (all robots must be metallic, androids are strictly prohibited), these elegant, well-spoken human-cyborg relations
We Left On The 11th ,Hope To Come Back On The 12th by HDdeviant, literature
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We Left On The 11th ,Hope To Come Back On The 12th
We Left On The 11th , Hope To Come Back On The 12th From Richard Murray CAST The Woman- happily married to the man The Man- happily married to the woman Setting- A corner in a coastal open air restaurant on the sands of a Caribbean island. Five tables draped in white on a rococo colored floor. The two left of center or right of center have couples, enjoying the evening under a cloudy moonlit sky. ACT 1 - The Breaking on the 11th At the center table sit the Woman alone. She sit calmly , happily smiling. The Woman is waiting for someone with little shakes of her leg under the table, while she look to the coast. She wears opaque red lace on her arms or back with a sleeveless V-neck back out dress down to her knees made from a flowing fitting fabric with a micro leopard print. A glass of red wine sit on her table, the gentle wind from the beach disturb the liquid atop the glass. Enter The Man wearing a dark burgundy European diner suit with a cream shirt, a pin of Ogun on