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I've just started writing a series of short stories entitled The Unknown Missives.

It is my ultimate dream to have these stories told in the form of an animated short. Anyone who is familiar with the animations made as prequels for the game 'Dishonored' will know the style I'm imagining. However, lacking in any such skill to produce something like this myself, I think I may be waiting some time for that particular dream to be realised!

Thanks for dropping by, and I hope you enjoy what I have to offer :)

The Unknown Missives X

No one could exactly say when it first appeared. Situated as it was in a small, out of the way scrap of land in one of the quieter areas of the sprawling city, the graveyard was infrequently visited. Most that rested there had long since been forgotten, headstones fading like the memory of those...

575 words by J Stevens

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Published 8 years ago

The Unknown Missives IX

To this day, I’m still not sure what happen in the Coleeq Pass. There were only 20 of us. A small, mobile unit – we were instructed to scout out a mountain pass as a possible transport route for supplies and ammunition over the mountains thereby avoiding the enemy emplacements that protected the...

1184 words by J Stevens

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The Unknown Missives VIII

Bill McCormack had worked as a Jacker – walking behind the lumbering mechanical steam-Jacks as they carried laden pallets of coal and lumber from docked ship to waiting warehouse; steering their juddering movements via levers and valves mounted on a heavy metal panel supported in a sturdy...

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The Unknown Missives VII

In my tribe I am called Cuts Quickest. I have earnt this title. From a young age I have proved my worth with the Shakri, forming their whirling metal blades into vicious weapons. I have slain many enemies of my people. I have ended their lives without fear, even as they showed fear themselves. I...

911 words by J Stevens

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The Unknown Missives VI

The nondescript door is identical to the others that line the narrow alleyway except for a small grubby brass plate screwed to the frame that bears only two words in neat copperplate script: ‘KNOCK ONCE’. So Samuel knocks once and waits, shuffling from foot to foot, wrapping his expensive coat...

1026 words by J Stevens

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The Unknown Missives V

There was good money to be made in ocean salvage. After the storm, the wreck, the mourning and the legal litigation it was Robert and his crew who would dive into the vast black coffin of the sea to recover lost cargo. The task was not always an easy one. The ocean was often reluctant to release...

633 words by J Stevens

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