Category: Well, I Never!
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The Unicorn Challenge: The Long and Winding Road
Lord Edward Ayr–Gray, an eccentric chap with a passion / compulsion/ obsession for 1930s bicycles, suddenly grew tired of the winding lanes he’d had built in the vast Yelby Estate. “Rip them all up!” he commanded Giles, his groundsman, one summer morning. “I want a square lane that runs around the edges of the estate,…
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The Petrification of Fingers
Fisrt he was arifad, he was ptfeierid. He spnet so mnay ngihts wderniong why it wnet so wnorg. So he tpyed snortg. And leerand to witre anlog. And he was bcak. Form Iennr Scape. He jsut tpyed wohtuit a sputid look upon his fcae. He dd’nit need to chnage the look, he d’ndit eevn hvae…
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The Sound of the Tombervilles
They say that in space, no-one can hear you scream. They presume we know they are referring to the space ‘up there’… outer space. What they don’t refer to is the space between my ears, the other space up there, where no-one can hear you scream. That’s right, the space between my ears is so…
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The Unicorn Challenge: Ideal Parking
This tale is loosely based on the story that started here but is still a separate story. * Translated from Zinly-Cadamaran “And you are certain nobody will see us?*” Admiral Cancarla still had his doubts as to where they’d chosen to leave the Velb. “Nobody sees us flying in the daytime,” Shipman Dapatra answered, “so…
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Visions
Ert sat at the main table in the longhouse, a wondrous feast of meats and vegetables before him. Älsten sat at the head of the table, tapping it with his silver knife. He stood and sang the viking word “grið” (peace). The room swiftly fell silent, and Älsten repeated his song. In unison, all in…
The Mansionic Perspective 