At The Boar's Throat Inn At the Boar’s Throat InnAt The Boar's Throat Inn by Quasie89
On board the Hispaniola…
Jim felt as if he was in a volcano. Letting out a raspy breath, he absentmindedly peeled away the skin from another fresh, emerald apple. Its way too hot, he thought, keeping his head low. Too hot to be stuck in this cabin, anyway.
Behind him, he could feel Silver’s sharp, watchful gaze on his sweating back, and Jim wondered if the old cook knew his thoughts. The cabin boy wouldn’t be surprised if the one-legged scoundrel was picking into his idled mind at that moment, which seemed to drag on and on as the day grew hotter.
“Jim, my boy! How are those apples comin’?” Silver’s rough, growling voice wafted over Jim, who bo
A Smoldering FateA Smoldering FateA Smoldering Fate by Quasie89
Business in Panucci’s Pizza was slow. Outside the pizzeria, large, January snowflakes fell onto the streets of Old New York. Ever industrious, the restless metropolis’ rushed citizens strolled on by the dilapidated place, unconcerned with its precarious appearance and eager to continue on with their meaningless, daily lives.
“Yo, Fry, quit wastin’ my freakin’ time and haul that sorry bum of yours into high gear – NOW!” The dreary stillness in the pizzeria was shaken by the harsh, guttural tone of Mr. Panucci’s bellowing voice. “I’ve got a pizza here waitin’ for yous to deliver!”
“It’s a bit chilly out there, Mr. Panucci.” Shoulders hunched against the wind, Fry entered the pizzeria, shutting the door behind him. Shuddering, he lowered his hood from his head and ran his finger through his disheveled, ginger hair.
“Yer slackin’ off on me again, Fry.&
Late Night Talk Late Night TalkLate Night Talk by Quasie89
The house was quiet. It was also way too dark. More than once David nearly tripped over his feet as he treaded softly down the steps.
Both of his parents were asleep. He was wondering what they were dreaming about as he reached the foot of the stairs. His mother had been having nightmares for weeks now and he hoped she wasn’t keeping his father awake.
David jumped as a sudden knock resounded behind the front door. “I’m coming!” he called, tiptoeing lightly past the couch where Ronee lay. The old woman slept like a rock. Ever since Martin had died she had been living with David and his parents. David felt sorry for her.
“Hold on a sec! I’m almost there!” he whispered loudly as he reached the door. Being tall like his father, David only had to raise his hand a couple of inches in order to grasp the doorknob.
A Tribute to Robin WilliamsWatch depthRADIUSA Tribute to Robin Williams by techgnotic
A Tribute to Robin Williams
Robin Williams Tributeby EmilyStepp
Why did we delay for more than a week the publishing of this remembrance? Because to properly reflect the impact of this loss on the millions of Robin Williams fans worldwide, we wanted to be sure to capture a true sense of the torrent of love for Robin pouring in from the community in the form of heartfelt portraits and other tribute art.
We chose the “best” pieces to accompany our own prose tribute, but the “best” kept being supplanted by “better bests.”