 Ladies and Gentlemen, Alas, I fear I have been delayed. This year's annual flash fiction contest is running a bit behind. However, this does not invalidate it and I am happy to say, the R. F. Burton Library is proud to present it's 4th Annual Flash Fiction Contest. Beginning December 1st through January 15th, the R. F. Burton Library will be... |
 Bookworm Hienrichs was working in Militia headquarters again when she heard a step at the door. "Ms. Bookworm, just who I hoped to find." She looked up at the familiar voice and said, "Hello, Dr. Sonnerstein." "We have a missing person," he stated. Bookworm stood up, concern on her face. "Who?" "I'm afraid Gadget's been kidnapped. It's quite certain by... |
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 Tepic was wandering along the Portside, playing his flute when he saw the faint figure of the ghost Metier coming the other way. Feeling in a happy mood, and in no way put out that his efforts previously to settle the ghost had come to naught, he greeted the apparition with a cheerful hello. The next few minutes were as confusing as usual when in conversation with the ghost, though... |
 Diff nailed the notice to the tree in front of City Hall, stepped back and checking his sword walked briskly home. |
 Unit 3 was semi-functional now, and his upgrades were mostly working, although his missing eye and leg would spark on occasion. It was the first to arrive at the meeting that Objective Metier had made, though the owner of the graveyard was there as well. Dr. Maddox Lionheart was there, and she was showing signs of distress and anger. Bookworm Hienrichs had also arrived,... |
 The urchins leave the stone and the casket next to the dock crane. It will do the last bit of heavy lifting. I pay them off and away they scamper in all directions. It looks like they have another job. I wonder what it might be. |
 On the eighteenth of November Henri hadn't gone there to take that mechaniloid through the rift originally, but it just felt as if it was meant to happen, and something in the way the voice said revealed things to Henri that he wasn't expecting. The two of them must go in, and after he fell through he saw his entire life flash before his eyes in random succession it seemed. ***... |
 Felisa Fargazer hurried through the New Babbage district toward the secret lab. She was a bit late for the meeting--she was still more on a cat's sleeping schedule than a human's, and tended to sleep more than the others, especially now that the weather was turning cold. The trot through the cold, though, was waking her up. Her first sight of the entrance to the lab... |
 The two men knocked on the door of the lighthouse until its occupant opened the door. "How can I help..." asked Sir Emerson, trailing off as he recognised the grizzled face of Mr. Barnes, the delivery man who brought him his new clock. "Sir, we are here for the clock." Emerson began to protest when the looming figure of Noble pushed past him into the entryway. "But... I... But... |
 The world was swimming..no...it's..bumping....yes, bumping!...I am moving!...where? Where am I going?.....I must know because I must tell the truth to the voices!...I can't see! The voices...I can hear their voices and bumping...blackness Dreams....am I dreaming?...no...yes...is that the truth?...I must know!...blackness I am awake...I think I am awake...new room,... |
 Night had fallen when Scottie, Sky, and Brother Lapis stepped warily into the locked room under Loner Lane. Each was armed; the Brother with his blunderbuss and his rapier, Sky with dual pistols and her golden blade, and Scottie with his shotgun and silver katana strapped to his side. Each of them also carried pieces of tonight’s experiment. The trio kept their... |
