In the damp northern land of Tarrefol, a young man named Lyall worked as a shepherd. Every day, he took his village’s sheep to the hills north of town where they could feed on the green grass. His job was to see that at least as many sheep came home at night asContinue reading “QUAINTUPLETS: Lyall Whistle-Lips”
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QUAINTUPLETS: Egbert’s Soul, Pt. 2
“I’ve broken my soul!” wailed Egbert, looking left and right for a door in the wall. “I know it. I’ve broken my soul and I shall never be happy again!” The egg had not, as a matter of fact, broken. On the other side of the wall was the garden of the King. Continue reading “QUAINTUPLETS: Egbert’s Soul, Pt. 2”
FICTION FRIDAY: No Cellar Door
“Welcome, oh seeker of knowledge, to the serene sanctuary of Madame Silsallabeth, whose eye sees all and whose mind…oh wow!” “Yeah, I’m back.” “Is that Patty?” “The last time I was here I was Lucid Student Patricia.” “The last time you were here you had two ears.” “And tenContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: No Cellar Door”
THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: Kerrin and the Thorn Tree
Kerrin lived in the city of Sartain, and she liked it. She would write letters to her relatives who lived in the country, asking why they didn’t move to a nicer place. “Everything in the city is clean and modern,” she wrote. “We have nice, solid rick buildings with none of your thatchedContinue reading “THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: Kerrin and the Thorn Tree”
THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: Creston and the Crown, Pt. 2
Stug’s eyes went all round, and nearly rolled down his pale cheeks at the sight of Creston putting the big jeweled hat on. It just sat on top of Creston’s head, being the type of crown that wasn’t designed to come down over the ears. “Hmmmm,” said Creston, “I guess I’ll have toContinue reading “THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: Creston and the Crown, Pt. 2”
Blood In the Breeze
“Hey, are you the ladies who put the ad up in the coffee shop?” “This isn’t that ad about strict schoolmistresses who give big bad boys remedial lessons in math and manners again, is it?” “No, the one about the buyers for cursed and haunted objects.” “Oh yes, sir. We’re eagerContinue reading “Blood In the Breeze”
THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: The Boy Who Woudln’t Cry Wolf, Pt. 2
Farther down, the path was bordered by tall pink walls that had blue eagles carved into them. Jack did not like these. Little blue dots on the pink seemed to shift as he watched, and the glittering jeweled eyes of the eagles appeared to be following his progress as he and the fox movedContinue reading “THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: The Boy Who Woudln’t Cry Wolf, Pt. 2”
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”
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