The Bog Witch_Jack Plots_The Secret of the Lime-Blazer-Wearing Family Member_Fool
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The Bog Witch
Frogs croak at sundown in the bogs. That’s when she took visitors. I heard their chorus and quickened my pace. Each high-knee step took me closer to her, but burned deeper into my thighs and abdomen. My feet grew more tender with each step. My pack was light, but two days traipsing through a swamp was enough to exhaust me. A week trekking down the mountain, and my bones hurt. My lungs burned too, like a hot coal singeing my insides. I reached for my canteen–the old stainless steel one I had plucked from the corpse of a long dead soldier, but found it empty. The marsh water was bitter and unfit...
Jack Plots
They met in Neds’ large dining room. His wife Maria had removed the adornments from the long Elizabethan table and with seating for 12, it was more than adequate. Young, tanned, and svelte, Jack Compas sits on one side next to the stunning, and also young, Becky Newsom. Across from them sits the middle-aged Chinese couple Bao and Yang Chong with Yang imposing a sour expression. Also middle-aged, Ned Bates heads the seating while his wife Maria chaired the far side with pencil and notepaper at the ready.Four of the six had recently been favored, or cursed, with information and abilities passed...
The Secret of the Lime-Blazer-Wearing Family Member
[SENSITIVE CONTENT: Physical violence (not really described, only the idea of it)] ---~No story is ever the same. And no tree has the same names carved into it.The silence was killing all of us. None of us had experienced this level of awkwardness. Glances were made, followed by the looks returning to the table, a glass, or anywhere other than someone’s eyes. Someone was fiddling with his fork. Another person was looking at her watch every other second. There were seven people at the table. It was April 5twww.onedoor.cch. Family dinner. 19:23、 Everyone was done eating, still, there were some leftovers shove...
Fool
Sir Danielle Longbow looked Minister Qian Jo in the eyes as her blade cut the life from him. The old man whispered something as her blade sank into his carotid artery. Gulping with guilt she pulled the blade away. He clung to the wound. Red poured over his fingers as he tried to hold the cut closed. “What did he say?” Danielle asked, looking at Barra Mohani, the only one among them that knew Quingo and the common tongue of the continent of Omnired, which some in Crann still called Tiruile. “Just the word fool. That’s it.” “He’s right. I am.” ...