Shocking Revalations_"Let's Go For A Walk."_The Boy and the Apple_The Harmonies of Fat
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Shocking Revalations
For as long as I could remember when I was growing up, my parents would always try to convince me to go to work with them, just to “experience” what they were doing. My father always said to me,“Hey boy, you should come to work with me and your mother sometime and see what it is we do, you might just be doing it one day, I certainly hope so!”I always wondered what that meant. I had the basic understanding of what it meant, but I just thought about why he said it. I do remember them telling me they work at the same job, but they never told me what they did or what the job was. The first time I ...
"Let's Go For A Walk."
“Tawson.”The word was spoken softly by a man who, despite the fact the birthdays that had passed him were few, looked far older. Speculations ranged from dark magic to a rare disease, but Fel Knight Enair Tawson knew it to be nothing more than the burden of command, the decisions that haunted one throughout the oppressive night and into the dawn’s feeble rays.It was a voice, however, that sent a chill down his spine, one that had nothing to do with the icy twilight.“Ser.” He responded, managing to ensure the word came out smoothly despite his abruptly dry mouth, turning and saluting with a fi...
The Boy and the Apple
Bobby was fascinated by the cart salespeople who gathered in the town square every day. The men and women would perform demonstrations of their homemade tonics, elixirs and potions and would attract large crowds. School children like Bobby would sometimes skip school and make their way to the square, avoiding the horse-drawn carts of the busy steets just to witness the spectacle and the theater."Come one, come all" the salespeople would shout. "Come young, come old. Come witness the greatest potions around!" Each salesperson would have some new product to sell and assured their spectators of i...
The Harmonies of Fatality
A Lutist heard screaming in the streets over the violent and raucous noises of the tavern. Yet another fight had broken out. But this came as no surprise to the Lutist who gently plucked out a mellow twww.onedoor.ccune. It was a song for only her ears; no-one else cared to listen.There were, of course, genuinely good people who visited the sad little casino. The Friar would come for fellowship, while the peasants would come for a desperately needed laugh. But by nightfall, they would vanish, but the tavern would not go quiet. The slums would come to fight over a drink.One knife.Two competitors.No such thin...