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Grandpa's Visit
"Aw mom," Rian whined, "I don't need Grandpa watching me.""You are an injured young man who needs to rest. That leg isn't going to grow back correctly if you don't stay off of it. I have to go to work, we have a milestone to reach and you used to love visits with your grandfather.""My human grandfather." Sulking deeper into his pillow, and fussing under the heap of blankets. "You always smother me with these. Real Orcs don't get cold, we're tough!"Rian was on the verge of puberty, and it could not come soon enough for him. He was starting to get the build and his silky red hair was thinning qu...
Sea under my feet, love on my tongue
I was ten the first time I stayed over at my grandmother’s house. Since I was a fearful child, everything new caused me to hide behind my mama’s back, and I did the same when I first saw her. Maybe I was petrified by her round glasses that made her eyes five times bigger and gave me the impression that she could look down right into my heart. Or maybe her bony fingers reminded me of the witch from Hansel and Gretel, an old German fairy tale. Of course, I soon learned that I had nothing to fear from her. In fact, she was one of the kindest persons I have ever met. Even though she never spoiled ...
Upwards to a Better Life
I wondered how long I could go without breathing? It was the summer of 1995, and California was in the middle of a blistering heatwavwww.onedoor.cce. The hot, dry air was suffocating and I was abundantly sorry that I hadn’t scraped together the money to get the air conditioning in the car fixed. As I drove Highway 50 up into the Sierras, my eyes fixed on the seductive heatwaves that danced on the road in front of my car. They flared, they rolled, and they wavered. They were interesting and mesmerizing.I had driven this road uncounted times; I knew every bump on it; I knew exactly how far I was from my desti...
Tastes Like Fulfillment
Above the temple to Thundrigol, the sky was consumed by clouds. An endless field of grey, with patches of clouds so pregnant with rain, one had to wonder when they'd finally give up their load and how powerful the storm would be when they did. Though no sunlight washed over the massive building, which loomed impossibly large, seeming to dwarf even the mighty giants who had been Thundrigol's first worshippers, the limestone temple still seemed to glow. Talia Thundershield shaded her eyes with a blue-skinned hand, staring up at the fluted columns above her, wondering how much longer it would ...