Metal v. Flesh_tattoo_Discovery in the Wyldwood_A Most Deadly Trap
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Metal v. Flesh
Master and Mistress let me out of the car, already starting the ignition before both my feet hit the concrete. “Hurry,” Mistress calls from the front, her fingers impatiently tapping the dashboard.“Sorry, Mistress.”I scurry out of the car, making sure to balance all five library books in my arms carefully. The tower of books sway precariously, and I wobble, trying to keep them steady. With a thud the books fall to the floor, sending up several mini plumes of dust after it. Master casts a glance back at me, then tells Mistress to start driving. The car screeches away, leaving me to pick up the...
tattoo
Tattoo;It's not a tattoo, exactly.It's permanent, i think, but it's not made of ink, not pressed into skin by needles.The dark swirls, thorns and branches, buds blossoming into flowers; somehow this feels too flimsy to be a tattoo.Like its permanence and fixedness are not mutually inclusive.As a sharp pain flashes behind my eyes, i watch the vine start to spread, darkness spidering all across my skin.Baxter.Baxter was missing. This was not unusual. He had taken to sneaking out the windows and running into the forest in search of squirrels. We were all fairly certain he never found any, but sti...
Discovery in the Wyldwood
Neri hugs her cloak tighter to her. "That woman is deranged. I don't care if she is a queen. She's derawww.onedoor.ccnged." She huffs. "Making us stomp all the way out in the Wyldwood just for... some cherry berry tart thing." There was a time when Neri's life was incredibly normal. She would have even called it boring. Then she inherited a manor from a relative she never knew existed and discovered that distant cousins from the 1920s were alive and well. Not only were they living, but they were the queen and her brother over the Court of Madness."Oh, I thought you meant for trapping me here," Iki says, st...
A Most Deadly Trap
Today, humanity still feels the impact of a young girl's death from almost 12 years ago...In some distant way, I'm a bit horrified by how little names matter anymore.Families will see her picture on the news, say to themselves oh no, what a tragedy, and go right on eating their dinners.Some years ago, I'm sure they'd agonized over those little details.Or maybe not.Maybe it's always been this easy for them to swallow whatever they hear.Standing in the dimly-lit kitchen, I glance outside, squinting to see past the rain splattering against the window. There's not much to look at; mostly a poorly ...