Author name: Tim Baril

Mei “Love the sea, don’t you? All that bracing, fresh air.”  Mei came to a groggy awareness. She opened her […]

Armand She came out of the jungle like something out of a storybook, an avenging angel with no sign of

On the bright side, Mei had found a boat and a way off the island. She hadn’t escaped the island

When you’re sleeping outside in the fresh air, you tend to get up with the dawn, or shortly thereafter. Which

She could have just given up. Mei knew that she wouldn’t really die here, that she’d respawn and live on,

Juan Flushed and spirits high off their success of the plantation raid, everyone was filled with hope and a belief

Armand Armand studied their destination from where he drifted in the river next to the log, hidden behind an unoccupied

Mei Mei felt her palms growing sweaty and worried about how well they’d continue to adhere to the polished wooden

Fowler The capital of the island of Barbados was a quaint, bustling place called Bridgetown. It was nestled into the

Moore Moore watched the first officer charge towards one side of the tree in pursuit of the prisoner. Thinking himself