An Ephemeral Smile_In the Heart of the Shadowed Woods_The man at the Peak_The Upright Cub
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An Ephemeral Smile
Notice: this serves as a sequel to "The Dark Dancer", available on my profileThe frigid bonds remained adamant in locking my hands and feet together, while the grimy window filtered in decaying grey light. Bats scurried about the mouldy ceiling. All the while, the iridescent black rune Laqueum–trap–burned tauntingly in the air in front of me. In summation, it was not a great experience to be a prisoner of a diabolical queen. The world was split into four kingdoms, namely the North Kingdom, of the Necromancy Magicians, South Kingdom, of the Runic Magicians, the East Kingdom, of the Elemental ...
In the Heart of the Shadowed Woods
At the heart of my days' journey, I found myself beneath the blackened vault of a wooded reach where the true path was lost to sight. The land lay waste, split open by a sun that bore down relentless, like the headsman's axe held aloft, ever poised to fall. The trail stretched forth, swallowed by the dark, the horizon twisted by the infernal heat into grotesque shapes.My being had been naught but a long voyage across the measureless waste, a bitter strife against the unforgiving earth. The sun had turned my skin to a lattice of parched leather, my sight dimmed by its undying blaze. The wind ca...
The man at the Peak
I'll do it. Thought Gopp as he struggled to rub his hands together. His breath vaporized deep in his throat before it rwww.onedoor.cceached his palms. Still, it felt as if his hands were before a great hearth, if only for a moments at a time. No one will ever know. No, not 28,000 feet above sea level. I have to do it. For Orlando. For his Nellie. That bastard will pay. I'll make sure that he won't even be a landmark on this mountain. He gripped his ice axe firmly.Two Hours Earlier: "Four hours! We've been climbing for Four hours!" yelled Orlando. "And now they decide to pull this stunt!"It was Orlando's thi...
The Upright Cub
The Upright CubBy Michele L. HintonHigh on a ridge of the Smoky Mountains lounged a mated pair of cougars relaxing after satisfying their appetites on a deer. Myr, the female, Ska, the male, as roughly translated in cougar speak, licked their claws.“How was your meal, Ska?”“Delicious! That deer was just right. Very tender. You made an excellent choice from your hunt.” Ska leaned closer to her and gave her lick on the mouth.“What was that for?”“There was a small piece of meat left on your whiskers you missed. Waste not want not, my mother always said.”Myr sighed. “So true.” She looked away and ...