Archive for the 'Doctor Detritus' Category
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- On the bridge o’erhead, a woman light, and a gurgling babe. Distant, the sea calls to me, and the river shall carry me to her breast. | Posted by doctordetritus (Dr. O. Detritus) on Mar 13 2009
- At the last, the light bursts forth, and it is the sun, cold and bright. | Posted by doctordetritus (Dr. O. Detritus) on Mar 13 2009
- The beast is dead. The water is cold, and still, and I feel at peace. Far ahead a dim light. | Posted by doctordetritus (Dr. O. Detritus) on Mar 13 2009
- In the deep, a moment of shimmering light, and the beast shrieks as I steal my prize, and then she is gone. I am ragged, and numb. | Posted by doctordetritus (Dr. O. Detritus) on Mar 13 2009
- Down, down! Into the blackest depths with the Watcher, until we strike the water, and it drags me below, but still I will have that jewel. | Posted by doctordetritus (Dr. O. Detritus) on Mar 13 2009
- The foul beast is still strong, though not as of old, and stays my hand. We tumble about the blackness, and slip down, falling, falling… | Posted by doctordetritus (Dr. O. Detritus) on Mar 12 2009
- No time to deliberate. The smell of the thing makes me retch, but I’ll have that last glinting green jewel out. I pray it is yet weak. | Posted by doctordetritus (Dr. O. Detritus) on Mar 11 2009
- Doesn’t Miss Pross yet have a fire on her finger? | Posted by doctordetritus (Dr. O. Detritus) on Mar 11 2009
- How the Watcher came to be here, I can only guess, but even Ariel has the sense to know it is the enemy now. I have only a scalpel. | Posted by doctordetritus (Dr. O. Detritus) on Mar 11 2009
- It is black, and damp. And there is at least one angry, snarling beast here with us. And a single, emerald, eye. | Posted by doctordetritus (Dr. O. Detritus) on Mar 10 2009