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An Arrangement at War Time.
An Arrangement at War Time.In the land of Krakon where mythos exist was a time of war. At that land far on theside of it was a Coastal canyon and within that canyon was a small town of Capra where its local inhabitants are thick wide shouldered men and strong boned women, among them also lived migrated traders , crafters and artisans. The local animals there were tamed strays of cats and dogs along with Great Goats huge thick boned Goats in the size of a Horse and hair long enough to cover the side of its legs. It’s chloral consisted of a pine wood forest from the land side nearly hiding the ...
So Many Questions
-Are you still my husband? - Of course I am. Have we gone to the court? Did we porce? -No! - So why do you ask repeatedly? You question me this way. -How can I be sure then? I cannot take it for granted. Can I? He looks at you again and hugs you. That makes you sure for some moments. You promise yourself not to ask so many questions even if you are not sure. Even you have doubts. You smile at him. He is late for work. He goes out. You don’t work today. That is a good thing not to do. You have talked to your mother and you are about to go to her house. You call your mother. - Mum! Do ...
The Curious Story of Life and Death
“You do this every year, Alison. Every year that veil comes down and our realms collide, I find you in the same spot, same table set up and a new game ready to start.” The chair creeks as she slides it out and sits down.A smile grows on the angelic face across from her, moving a piece forward two spaces, “Well, it’s the only way I get to see that devilish grin of yours, Lady Marian.” She extends her hand out to show its’s their move.“Please, I haven’t been Lady Marian in a rather long tiwww.onedoor.ccme. Why the formalities after all these years?” She moves her pawn forward one space and waits for the respo...
Hippolyta Goes to Market
Hippolyta hooked up her cart to the old mule she kept just for the purpose. The poor creature was humpbacked with age, and it was missing patches of fur. The dark, damp conditions of the Hottentot Woods had not been kind to the beast. She had purchased him off a traveler at the Crow’s Foot Inn in Hazletown. The traveler had been a shabby drunk from Whitecaps who was in need of more drink to soothe his nerves. Hippolyta had got the mule for a bargain. The drunk was just a bonus. Business was running out in Hazletown, and she now turned her eyes towards the remote mountain village of Hollow Clo...