The carriage bounced up and down, and wobbled side to side, as the rickety wheels rolled over rocks and debris, and dipped in and out of divots and pot holes. This road was poorly maintained, and the longer the carriage followed this path, the worse the jostling became. There was a snort from the horse […]
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Eron’s Strife
Far below him, the village burned. Eron’s right foot clanged down on the next dusty step, and the rest of his body paused. He closed his eyes, and with mouth closed, took in a deep breath through his nose. A pungent stench of leather, salty-sweat, and blood, rippled through his nostrils, and the bouquet caused […]
The Waste (XIV)
Abigail maintained her daily vigil at the docks for weeks, each day persistently hopeful that one of the sailors would approach her and offer to take her aboard his ship, set sail upon the great blue ocean, and teach her the secrets of the fisherman’s craft. But despite her deep yearning and consistent attendance at […]
The Waste (XIII)
Abigail guessed at the sailors place on the water relative to the docks, and marked several jettys as potential return-homes for the fisherman who had opened the door, ever so slightly, to her pursuit of seafaring knowledge. She knew that there was a possibility that she had imagined the young man’s smile, but Abigail was […]
The Waste (XII)
Five years passed after the fish falsification fiasco, during which several interesting developments occurred. The first of note, is that Furous found the trajectory of his career choice as a fisherman redirected, and after the incident, his role was led to that of repairman. He found himself abruptly under the tutelage of a rope maker. […]
Eron’s Flight
The sun floated directly above the city, and the cobblestones of its streets basked in the warmth of its nurturing solar rays. Though the illumination seemed to pierce the most obscure recesses of the side roads and alleys, the temperature did not approach that of oppressive. The citizens were not seen utilizing the daily crier […]
The Waste (IX)
It had been a great while since he took his boat out without the intent to return with scaly sustenance and crustaceous delicacies. The gliding of the craft through the water and the subtle dips and bobs as the craft navigated the waves was a panacea for the stress that bore upon his broad shoulders. […]
The Waste (VIII)
Beginning around noon the next day, the entire village enjoyed exquisite food the likes of which many of the citizens had never tasted. No one could offer a plausible explanation regarding the source of a majority of the ingredients, for the elements of these recipes were not consistent with the villagers normal fare. Allamar postulated […]
The Waste (VII)
Before Allamar brought his scaled, water-dwelling colossus to the village, the succession of chieftainship had been passed generationally, from father to son, for as long as any living member of the village could recall. The passing of time had been so considerable since the last catch-to-chieftainship, that none of the villagers could specifically remember whose […]
Open Heart Palpitation (XX)
His lifeless arm drifted towards the floor, the weight of the orb easily overpowering the functionless musculature and bone. The tool had fallen from his grasp, and his fingers had lifted from their restrictive position upon the rings of the sphere, yet the shiny circles remained motionless. His arm pivoted backward at the elbow, and […]