Tag Archives: Olki

FICTION FRIDAY: Castoffs

     “Good afternoon, Madame.  What can I do for you today?”      “I’m not sure.  I found these things in a ditch but when I took them home, I noticed that this, particularly, seemed to attract small birds.”      “Ah yes.  I recognize the decoration style.  What you very likely have there, Madame, are someContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Castoffs”

SHORT STORY WEDNESDAY: Golden Opportunity

     “What can I help you with today, sir?”      “I need money, fast.”      “I should warn you, sir, that the last person who attempted robbery here is now the stuffed mermaid you see on the wall over….”      “I wasn’t going to try it.  But can you sell me something that will makeContinue reading “SHORT STORY WEDNESDAY: Golden Opportunity”

FICTION FRIDAY: Making the Seen

     “Look, I have to climb the wall a then walk across a yard filled with gravel to get to Darkhaus the Dire’s dungeon door.”      “Yes, sir.  And those Slippers of Silence will get you across the gravel without disturbing a single pebble which might alert a watchman or guard dog.”      “I don’tContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Making the Seen”

FICTION FRIDAY: Ancient Scrolls

     “Well, that was more than I expected to spend.  But if it helps me keep track of the wench and those seven little….”      “Ma’am!  Look out for the…..”      “Oh, insult and incinerate it!”      “I really should have moved your broom farther inside.  Are you hurt, Ma’am?”      “My old bones haveContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Ancient Scrolls”

FICTION NOT-QUITE FRIDAY: Soaring Prices

     “Is this your entire stock of flying carpets, shopkeeper?”      “As far as I know, ma’am.”      “What’s THAT mean?”      “I suspect three or four may have floated to the ceiling over the years, but it’s hard to be sure.”      “I like that.  No need to suspect the maid is sweeping dustContinue reading “FICTION NOT-QUITE FRIDAY: Soaring Prices”

FICTION FRIDAY: Walking Into a Barmecide

     The knock on the door of the unlikely little shop was thunderous.      “Good afternoon, sir.  How may I….”      “Remember me?”      “Certainly, sir.  You are Galliga of Coyne, who set off to defeat the Dragon of Mount….”      “You sold me the magic tablecloth of Queen Clothilde.”      “True, sir.  An excellentContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Walking Into a Barmecide”