By David C. Daoust The small red spaceship cut through the skies of Twin Crown like a condor souring through the desert air. Its wide wingspan caught the winds as it circled ever lower to the ground. The small vehicle…
I keep running long in the paint department! I may wake up early enough to write– if I do, you won’t see this anyway… If you do see this, well, I’d say ‘better luck next week’, but I think this…
I added a disclaimer at the bottom of the site, cuz well, narcissists are real! ty, DD By David C. Daoust Sheriff Montgomery Dunn, aka Monty, stood off to the side as the small holopad device he’d just finished setting…
By David C. Daoust The Commandant rose from obscurity, a small army at his back. It was an unaligned force, a weapon without a target. It could be argued that the Labor Unions changed that, gave them a target, an…