Farewell Novlet

2007–2016: documenting our journey

Planet War

The planet stood still. 
Azkrots and Krubians waited on their respective side of the planet, muscles and nerves tended to spasm, for the moment the sun would reach its zenith over the middle line. The moment it would all begin.

Ironforge

Ironforge. Seaport, city-state, gamblers paradise. Like a bad dream it calls me back from across the ocean. Ironforge, like a fallen woman it both excites and repulses. Every cut-throat, gambler, thief and whore has passed through Ironforge and Ironforge has passed through them. It gets into your blood, into…

The Night Watchman

It was two o’clock in the morning and Ashley Bowman was still awake. Josh, her husband of six months, lay beside her, his chest moving up and down with the slow steady breath of slumber. Seeing him made her smile. She knew it wasn’t a dream.

L’Obelisco e l’umanità perduta

Capitolo 1 — Incontro ai Nove Venti

Doveva essere quasi mezzogiorno. Il sole, raggiunto quasi l’apice della sua escursione, risplendeva di una luce abbagliante sopra i campi del Colle dei Nove Venti, arroventando l’aria…

Drifting

Pam noted that the disheveled man in the long brown, wet coat had been intently studying the sandwiches in the chiller cabinet for a good 5 minutes… at least. He constantly kept looking down into his hand, as what looked like a fistful of change, trying count it.. maybe hoping more would appear !?

Vortex

I was awoken by the sound of the phone ringing. It was late. I checked my alarm clock — 3am. “Who could be ringing at this time of night?” I thought. I cursed and fumbled for the handset.

“Who’s this?”

C’era una volta

Tutte le favole cominciano allo stesso modo. Che pizza!! Sarebbe ora di cambiare il genere, perchè non cominciare dalla fine? Allora… Tutti stavano vivendo felici e contenti, il principe aveva baciato la sua bella principessa, il lupo era stato giustamente squartato, il drago sconfitto, il bambino…

Un brusco risveglio

Fu svegliato di colpo dal suono dell’allarme.
In tutti gli anni trascorsi su quella nave ci aveva fatto l’abitudine. Spesso, una volta inserite le coordinate nel computer, si concedeva qualche ora di sonno, nell’attesa di arrivare a destinazione. Ogni tanto, però, qualcosa andava storto…

Fidawi

Prologue. For centuries we thought we were alone. We were never more wrong. They were there all this time, we just didn’t know. We weren’t aware. And we never saw. But we know now. They made sure we did. We had rather let them keep us in the dark. Because now we know, it has to end.