Stone Don’t Float

The first stone canoe sank. Salt water rushed over the sides of the oblong boat as it bubbled and dipped. The dock felt unsteady beneath Dallan’s feet and the air tasted tangy with foam and rot. Gorly threw up his hands. “It’s not going to work,” he said. Dallan’s young assistant gripped his shock of… Continue reading Stone Don’t Float

Hemp Bonds

The border with the Gorilla Communes was totally lit. Spotlights raked across the concrete and barbed-wire. Towers loomed with bored-looking machine gunners scanning the horizon, as if a bunch of drugged-out hippies were about to try and invade the Expanding Tisser Empire. Fat chance. Those dope fiends were too busy fucking in vast yurts atop,… Continue reading Hemp Bonds