“To Wake a Forest Spirit”_The Mighty Redwood_The Timely Affair_Chicken Coop Massarcre
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“To Wake a Forest Spirit”
Crouched in the forest, a man hides in the dark green brush of the forest, watching his prey. Whispering a prayer to his goddess, he opens his eyes and steadies his bow.Standing to get a better view of the creature in the clearing, he strokes his beard and listens to the rustling of foliage. With his sharp horns and goat’s legs, it is clear that he is not a human man. He is a satyr. But Fendryl is certainly not the merrymaking kind. Not with what’s happened to the world. With his brows furrowed, Roman nose, and sharp jaw; he looked more like a warrior than a creature of wine and epicureanism. ...
The Mighty Redwood
Douglas had been downsized. He was informed during the company morning meeting. He had one last chance to turn it around before he would be reassigned. Reassignment at his age was never good. He has to hit his target sales goal in California. The company will be paying for his travel expense. Douglas was excited it has been months since he had been on an all expense paid trip. He was equally excited about flying first class. Douglas thanked them for the opportunity and asked what time his flight left. Joe Conley the CEO took great pleasure in telling Douglas that he will be traveling by train...
The Timely Affair
THE TIMELY AFFAIR“The future…my past…your present…its all connected…” Emperor Henry began to cough again, this time for at least 5 minutes.“Oh please my love don’t speak.” Empress Anne whispered as her 600 year-old husband who didn’t look a day over 50 (and neither did she for that matter), hacked up blood. Old age had finally caught up with him. Tripping over his own feet down the spiral staircase from his own lab in the palace had broken a couple ribs and punctured a lung that refused to heal.Henry looked deeply into his bride’s eyes. How sorry he was for how he had focused on work instead o...
Chicken Coop Massarcre
“Ah,” remarked Trace, inhaling a deep breath of fresh, spring air. “Ah, what?” demanded Spejj, somewhat amusingly. “The air.” Spejj looked around and took a daring sniff. “Yep, it’s air.” “No…” “It’s not air?” interrupted Spejj, “Huh, I could’ve swore that it was.” “No,” started Trace once more. “There you go againwww.onedoor.cc with that no. You shouldn’t make a habit of that you know.” There was a moment’s silence as Trace considered his next move. “I just like to appreciate spring. The trees, the flowers, the green grass. Something about it, I guess it makes me feel good. Isn’t it the same for you?” “I r...