Miss Roberson walked up the flight of stares as she had done for a few months now. She was hired by a man named Scott Maxwell who had along with her patient come back from a long trip to a haunted and cursed place called Mad Haven which serenely lived up to its name. She stopped just before reaching the top step and noted to herself that every one she had meant the day they hired her to fix young Johnny in there own faces she could see a swing of Madness in there eyes but it was there over whelming grief and sadness that held back the madness strangely. She made her way to Johnny room and placed her had on the door .the others will be back soon from there trip she said in a low voice to no one. She slowly pushed open the door and walked into the room. The room was about the side one would expect from a stone fire house built before the coming of the rifts. It was large high ceilings and counter waited door frames which bathed the room in yellow tinted light. The w
Judgment Dantes inferno
Will Qsack de facto leader of the Watchers rises himself in the saddle of his black stead to get a better position on his horse. He was a large man with a thick wiring mustache and last nights meal still half imbedded in it. We ride to Murray he grunted the sound was like black gravel in a rusty bucket.
It was dawn in Murray, the sun was slowly coming up over the western plans drowning the cloud stricken sky with its bright blood red light. Dante waited, heart pumping fear through his veins, He clenched the revolver's handle as it lay in it's holster by his side. There was a chilled breeze that made the hairs on the back of his neck stick up. Would he make it through this? I could feel a slight force coming from the ground, and I heard the sound of hooves trotting from the distance. I gulped. This was it, there's no running now. A brown horse came slowly down the old road, with a man clad on it's back. The man h
The Court is in session
The Court is in session
A tall tale by McNally
Murray: Population 26
Location: 100 wheels from New Paducah
Lonely tumbleweed drifted lazily along the towns single dirt street. The general stores faded wooden sign creaked loudly as it swung back and forth in the light desert breeze and no soul was in sight as the late afternoon sun came close to the western horizon.
Ex Traveling lawman Court McNally leaned back in his wooden rocker and chewed slowly on the long piece of grass between his lips. Court thinks this place might do as a home stead away from the down right unsavory types in Merk town which is what New Paducah is called around here. Hes been coming around Murray for a wile now anytime is friends head out of the city or go on one of there walkabout's he smiles a bit .which is often then such is the case with the youth. But no time to muse about such things now.....The Watcher was late.
Not that Court really m