The Creative Works Of Dr Zogg
“They told me you were coming, The Prison Guard alerted everyone.” The Dancer said once The Prisoner had approached.
“You could rule your own island, as I do, or is it The Ladder you climb?”
They stood there in the heat for several seconds in silence before The Prisoner reached for his sword, the blade catching the light as he drew it.
“So be it then, have you danced before?” She asked pulling out several flechettes from the folds of her clothing. Read More
The Prisoner went out from the cell and into the weird light outside where the Prison Guard stood waiting for him. Unsheathing his sword, he watched as the Guard kept his eyes firmly on him, the blade catching the light, a stream of light seeming to bounce off of the edge. Read More
“I can hear the footsteps, clip clop.”
The prisoner sank and rose in and out of consciousness, almost like the morning after a heavy night.
“Come on, wake up, the Prison Guard’s coming back.” Read More
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