The Painting_The Sandchild_Creature of the Wild_In her footsteps grew little brown mushrooms
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The Painting
During days long past, Bertrand lived alone in a manor house outside a quaint country town. Bertrand stood handsome, tall, wealthy, and strong. Living alone was not his choice. Many said he drove women away being so possessive because of jealousy. His only marriage lasted a fwww.onedoor.ccew years before she took their son and ran away with another man. Since she left, he reached the point of isolation. Settling into a routine at home, he spent his days inside minding the house and the staff. He tried to learn painting but failed. His attempts to learn magic arts left him frustrated. He journeyed into town ...
The Sandchild
“Constant diligence! We must have constant diligence!” The cry echoed around the long underground hall. A short dragonborn with black scales slammed his hand on the long table before him. “If we don’t find the Sandchild before the imposter king finds it then all will be lost!” He looked around the table, the black scaled dragonborn’s pale blue eyes narrowing as if daring anyone to challenge him.Another dragonborn at the table stood and spoke up in response to him, “But if we aren’t careful Mentir, we could be thrown in prison.” He glanced around at the others at the table then back at the blac...
Creature of the Wild
It was around one in the morning when my uncle came home, a couple hours earlier than he usually does. At the sound of the door slamming shut I prop open my door so that only a sliver of vision is provided to me.My uncle comes in, stumbling, a drink in his hand. I know his destination, the couch. He never uses the bed, he probably can’t find his way to the actual bedroom in time before falls to the ground. Drunk, obviously, he hobbles over to the ugly plaid recliner in front of the TV. You could compare his walk to Captain Jack Sparrow’s from that movie, The Pirates of the Caribbean. It wasn’t...
In her footsteps grew little brown mushrooms
The year after my mother disappeared, someone new wandered into our town. It wasn’t unusual to see new people - far from it, the little town was a well-known tourist overnight stop. What was strange is that he was alone and on foot, with no luggage and searching for something. My eyes lingered on him as I transferred groceries from the trolley into the car. His head turned slowly as he critically scanned the street, hood casting a shadow across his face. Our eyes met for a moment, he raised a hand in greeting, then blinked his strange eyes and turned away. “Skye, let’s go,” Daisy whined from t...