Tag: Story028

Pa got bit by a milk snake. It’s up to you now.

You believe the curse of the milk snake rendered your father unable to write coherently so you decide to wing it. You ride Tyrannosaurus further into the city, until you reach the sewer where a large sewage wave whips by and rips the sled from Tyrannosaurus.  “Nooooo!” you scream out as the work you and […]

You squint at the instructions. Pa appears to be saying to head to “5almon Street Market,” and that is a “5.” It’s the name of a large 2 story building that seems to be carved from polished stone. You ride Tyrannosaurus in through the wooden front doors of 5almon Street Market, where a man made […]

You squint at the instructions. Pa appears to be saying to head to “Falmon Street market,” and that is an “F.” It is just to the right of where you’re riding. There on Falmon Street is the farmer’s market, with more farmers than you could’ve possibly imagined, and then some. There are farmers smaller than […]

You squint at the instructions. Pa appears to be saying to head to “Salmon Street market,” and that is an “S.”  You ask a local street guide where to find the famous market at Salmon Street. She looks you over once or twice as you sit atop your horse. “The Salmon Street market is only […]