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Dirigible, a DIRIGIBLE story by @PeteOlympian

I cowered in the bushes as another one of them droned past – non-seeing eyes in a vacant face – out of nowhere, heading nowhere in particular. I sat in the shadows as the humid evening condensed on my skin until they were passed over a ridge of rock along the path. I’d long since

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Airsphere Comms, a DIRIGIBLE story by @MrMoth

Reposted from here. Felmohsa-Randit Shelbros dam Leyostaam was new. She had arrived in the airsphere as a student just three or four months ago and neither of the two resident professors had any idea what, exactly, she was supposed to be studying. Certainly the dirigible behemothaurs had much to teach them, but she seemed less

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Dirigible, a DIRIGIBLE story by @seenitheardit1

Reposted from here. I wonder sometimes what the people on the Hindenburg airship thought when the whole thing went up in flames. I think it must have been something like what Andy was thinking towards the end of things. All happening in slow motion, or the 1937 equivalent. No escaping now. We’re going to die

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Thinking of Valerie, a DIRIGIBLE story by @NinaBellini

Reposted from here. He timed it when Mum was busy or, even better, out. She was taking her Tupperware order to a neighbour so he crept upstairs, slid the bolt on the bathroom door and stood shaking with trepidation over the sink. He grasped. Knowing full well that what he was doing was wrong. But,

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The Battle of Sun Pass, a DIRIGIBLE story by @CaptainRaz

Reposted from here. The airship shuddered beneath her feet. “Hold her steady!” yelled Captain Amris. The retort of cannon fire filled the air around her, threatening to shake her ship apart. “Stay your course.” The battle was going badly. Fifteen Imperial airships were burning already, and the stench of gas and charred flesh filled Amris’

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Dirigible, a DIRIGIBLE story by @NathanRedland

Reposted from here. High in the mountains north of New Albany, the skin-walkers once plied their trade. Their trade, if such a thing can be called a trade, was murder, of the hired kind. Their very individual skills allowed them to command a high price from unscrupulous merchants and nobles wishing to ease their ascent

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To Tame A Beast, a DIRIGIBLE story by @glempy

Reposted from here. The ropes were thick with soot and grease. They hung heavily from the pallid, white belly of the sky-beast. Stirred by the breeze they undulated and twisted; never still. Uyildi sat in the shadow of the sky-beast’s titanic form, on the hard, unyielding surface of the black-stone field and watched ropes. They

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