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Besieged by Regret
Besieged by RegretDust hangs heavy in the dry, hot summer air. Motes of it dance in sunlight which streams through cracks in the armory roof. Before me, a dwarf in a heavy leather apron, marred by little burn marks characteristic of smith's apparel, tries to explain about the crossbows. "Any apprentice can make three decent cords in a day. Problem is, we sent most of them off with the others as can't fight.""So we won't be able to span many of these bows?" I'm only asking to take my mind from the sense of dread. The king assigned me this duty just this last winter, and already I'm failing him...
Intentions
Work is difficult for everyone, at some point or another. Whether it was that one co-worker who insisted everything was your problem, or the one who was just so incompetent, or the commute; everyone had a problem. The way most people dealt with it was by venting over drinks, or whining about it to their partners.Amelia couldn’t do that though. Not only did she not currently have- or want- a partner, but because she was still utterly convinced no-one in the world would have the same problems as her. Maybe she was wrong, and maybe if she spoke to someone about it then she’d realise it was a far ...
THE OLD LADY'S CHRISTMAS MIRACLE CAT
It wasn't always like this. There was a time that when I got together with my family and the talk all around was cheerful and uplifting. Well, maybe Aunt Maude complained about her swollen ankles a bit and Uncle Andy went on about how bad the stock market was doing, but for the most part mywww.onedoor.cc Mama insisted talk around her table be confined to what she called, 'happy happenings'. And so I grew to womanhood taking a dim view of folks I tagged, “complainers”. In later years I would find ways to skirt around the company of anyone who felt inclined to chatter on and on about their hardships o...
Mutual Responsibility
This was probably Liam’s worst idea to date, and he had had so, so many bad ideas, most of which involved too much vodka and the power of flight. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Immediately, an insurmountable amount of weapons were pointed at his face. He sighed. God, he was way too sleep deprived for this“Put them away” he said dryly, “I come in peace” To hammer this home, he held up the patented Spock hand. “Holy fuck, you’re such a goddamn nerd all of the time” a raspy female voice groused. The weapons all retreated and the door opened. A short, pale girl glared at him. Her b...