Mk-Fontana

The sound of thundering hooves across the stands, the cheering of the crowds, Tony revelled in the excitement of the races. His heart was pounding as they thundered down the race course, mud flew across the track and the stench from the horses wafted over to the stands. “Great race wasn’t it?” Tony looked to his right, standing next to him was a dark haired woman puffing on a cigarette. He looked around expecting to see someone else nearby but realised she was talking to him after catching her eye. “Err.. yeah it was.” Tony stared at her for a brief moment, there was something a little unnatural about h

Henry shielded his eyes from the lashing rain as it beat down upon him, his hand was stinging and numb from the cold onslaught, desperately he tried to keep his footing on the slippery cobblestones that lead down a steep road. Crowds of people were making their way to shelter as he battled through the elements, he was due to meet with his business partner Jason and was determined to make it no matter what the weather was like. Finally he could make out the orange brickwork poking through a vine covered wall in the distance, passing through the narrow streets he wondered why Jason wanted to meet him at the stables instead of the main

“So then, did you meet with the old man.” Jonas said picking up a mug of ale and taking a swig from it. Alexander cocked an eyebrow, a sly smile wormed its way across his face. “Yep, offered a thousand crowns too.” Jonas barked out a laugh, ale dripping from the sides of his mouth. “Hah, these guys must really be desperate.” Wiping his mouth with his sleeve he gave Alexander a yellow toothed grin. “So what's the job then?” Lighting a pipe he took a few puffs before turning back to Jonas. “They want us to kill some old hag in the swamp nearby.” He scratched the stubble on h

Daniel rolled off the sofa and onto the floor, his head was pounding and his mouth was dry. He had spent another night of gambling and heavy drinking, he couldn’t remember what happened but judging by the mess in his room it must have been a good night. Light headed he made his way down the road towards his father's business, he was late again but he didn't care, it was starting to become a common habit of his. He strained his eyes against the bright sunlight, his head and ears were still pounding and the noises and bustle of the city were making things worse. "You look bloody terrible." He turned to see Philip, one of his cow

Benjamin had just finished unloading the last of the crates, he hated doing manual work, his back was aching and his hands were blistered. "Ouch!" He recoiled after trapping one of his fingers, kicking the crate in frustration he sat down. ‘This will show her.’ He thought to himself. Business had not been going well since Jasmine opened her shop down the road, but this time he was sure he could boost his sales. As the days passed he counted his profits, things were not looking good, he had barely shifted any of his new stock and he found himself becoming frustrated. Locking up the store he headed out the door, a slight b