Totem_From the Lakeside_Stemless Atractylis_Grandpa's Window
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Totem
Content warning: violenceMy mother died due to a botched medical procedure; the intolerable loss and anger drove me to Goa to find myself. However, this intention turned into a life of excess, drugs, and alcohol. Moreover, Depression and violence forced the woman I loved, to leave me alone in Arambol India.Being constantly stoned and drunk, and having lost all the family I had, returning to England wasn’t in my plans. I was a drug-addled mess and knew I needed help. Anton a new friend I'd met in Goa, recommended the services of a black magic priestess, somehow, she had turned his life around, ...
From the Lakeside
The Mountainous range has beckoned since I awoke beside her this morning in ouwww.onedoor.ccr little campsite by the lake, "Are you coming tonight?"The town lays itself out among the day’s passing, the tourists imbibe their vacation and their boozy drinks, the locals smile and show sheens of lusterless emotion as they work the pubs and restaurants, and the lakeside drifts into a sleepy afternoon turnstile of a horizontal and haughty duck soup.Caldonazzo. Home. Summer smells. Precious, taken-for-granted by the townspeople mountain-scapes shape the bowl of the town and its two lakes, the little one, and the b...
Stemless Atractylis
"Adam's Apothecary. Hopefully, they have what I need." I said as I walked in, my cloak hiding my face. It may have made me look suspicious, but with my portrait plastered all over the kingdom, walking around without my cloak would've been more dangerous. "Good evening, sir, how may I help?" Asked the man standing behind a counter, that separated the front part of the room from the back wall filled with glasses and dried herbs and a small door in the corner. He was middle-aged, although these humans age differently, not quick enough for my taste. "I need some Stemless Atractylis, do you have ...
Grandpa's Window
Grandpa died a week ago. He won’t be missed by many, maybe any. Shel was sure he had lost his mind years ago. On any of the sparse visits they made to Grandpa’s apartment he would go on about castles he had visited, elves he had encountered and evil he had vanquished. The doorman to the entrance of his apartment assured us that he seldom left and when he did leave, it was never for long, just for groceries or toiletries and such. Shel was not looking forward to cleaning this place out. A lot of junk that nobody wanted. A glint above the desk caught Shel’s eye. There hung a silver pendant on a ...