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Strays: A Steampunk Story Part 3 Jacob stared at the two on the log. Now what? Yes, he still hated Alan and planned to turn him in, but he had expected Alan to eat the food himself. God knows, he could use the extra food. If not that, at least be selling it to another soldier or trading it with one of the girls who followed the camp. But giving it to a kid, and not just any but Benny who Jacob actually liked, had not crossed his mind.Strays: A Steampunk Story Part 3 by VertFey
Besides, by the look of it, Benny sorely needed it. He was even skinnier than the last time Jacob saw him. He’d thought they left Benny safely back at the border when their regiment had moved out into contested territory. Yet, who had moved into border camp after they left? Clearly, someone who had taken serious exception to feeding him or his presence at all by the layer of bruises on his face. How long had the kid been starving ? How many times had he been beaten?
Explains the change in behavior alright. Jacob couldn’t blame Benny for being skittish
Rescue from the White DevilRescue from the White Devil by VertFey
Escaping the "prison" Hong Kong had locked me into wasn't very difficult; and I immediately contacted my queen. Now I was finally back on my ship, participating in this blockade, and trying to stop the bloody traitors from trading with the stuck-up, idiotic "celestial empire."
I was suddenly called to assist with a blockade runner, and joined my ship to the rest of the navy. There in front was Hong Kong leading the charge, dressed like a Chinese pirate with a wooden sword. Honestly. You would have thought this was a child's game. I didn't really like the idea of fighting a child, but if China was going to send his smaller, more vulnerable provinces to fight with me, that was his business. The child wasn't mine to protect, and I had my colonies to think of. So we opened battle, and easily outnumbered China's fleet, and won.
Little China dresses in the best fighting clothes. Red Pirates with pretty red sails. He will fight for the Great One or die with honor. Glaring across at the Evil O
Strays: A Steampunk Story Part 2 "Hold it right there, whoever you are. Stand and report."Strays: A Steampunk Story Part 2 by VertFey
Private Jacob Bauer froze, trying to resist the urge to pull his own pistol out as well. He had had the barrel of a gun pointed at him one too many times to be comfortable in this situation. However, the voice was a commanding authority, and if he didn't want to be executed like one of the criminals he hunted, he better behave. He straightened up slowly, silently cursing his own stupidity, the stupidity of his interfering commanding officer, and the fact that his target was once again slipping away. "Private Jacob Bauer of the 212th Company, Sir," He reported as he should, though is tone was anything but pleasant.
Corwin lowered his revolver and swore internally. Of all the men to catch Al. Catch him again. Corwin corrected himself internally. The one to haul Al into Lars' tent had been this man; and he'd smiled as he'd done it. A grim hunter's smil
“When you are a Bear of Very Little Brain, and you Think of Things, you find sometimes that a Thing which seemed very Thingish inside you is quite different when it gets out into the open and has other people looking at it.” From Winnie-the- Pooh by A. A. Milne |
A shy dreamer who scribbles many things that seem quite thingish at the time till she has to go back and edit them.
A Lover of: Books, Writing, chocolate peanut butter cookies, C. S. Lewis, Ballet, Ireland, Japanese anime, Tolkien, long flowing dresses, sushi, Steampunk, LARP, Jesus and drinking tea on rainy days.