james garrison · Burrst

I write, make art, cook and sometimes play table-top RPGs. I am someone's dad, someone else's husband, and I do not live in a basement. I also take showers on a regular basis...

Dead Letters, Part Three...

"What letters?" Dunbar wheezed as he shuffled his immense ursine bulk past a stack of precariously piled manuscripts and a slightly singed crate marked 'Caution: Explosives' in three languages.

"These aren't just any old letters my friend--"

"You're paying me a Thousand Marks. You have...

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Published 6 years ago

Gnosiomandus: Dead Letters (2)

Smash! Two grad-students crashed into the wall not three feet from Gnosiomandus. It was Finals week. He skirted around the grim combatants. The hall monitors would deal with them soon enough. They usually did.

He was in a hurry and didn't see much point in getting embroiled in another...

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Published 10 years ago

Gnosiomandus: Dead Letters (1)

Gnosiomandus sipped his tea. It was cold. Again. He'd been reading through a packet of old letters salvaged from the collapsed chimney of a former diplomat's manor in the Burned Over District.

He set the chipped cup down on the little table at his side. There was barely any room for...

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Published 10 years ago