Serial Stories

Lace lounged against a tree, enjoying the music and her drunken buzz. The wake was still going. It wasn’t the happiest reason for revelry, but after a shipwreck and being attacked by monsters it was clear the crew would take any reason they could get. Sailors were an odd lot. They tended to be fairly stoic until you put a few drinks in them. Then everything they were feeling came pouring out. They were communal too, so wh...

I stumbled out of bed, made my way to the bathroom and flicked on the light. I was hung over from the copious amounts of Spanish tempranillo I had indulged in while chatting on the phone with a friend the night before. I looked at myself and smiled as I lightly ran my finger over the bruised bite mark on my neck. It was a sweet reminder of the euphoric few days that I had spent with the recruiter; however I was thankful t...