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The Sand Flea (Part X)

Continued from The Sand Flea (Part IX).

“Hey, something’s ahead!” Evoxe’s voice was sudden, and woke Ask from his doze.  His head was somewhere soft, and the sun’s warmth felt nice on his skin.  He looked upward, and saw Korenila’s face.  He was resting his head against her chest, and she was leaning against the forward wall of the straw cart.  Beside him, Horse had her nose under his hand.

Korenila opened her eyes. “What is it, Evoxe?”

“I think it’s-” he trailed off momentarily before he continued, “It’s a house.  Nobody should be living this close to the Drop.” Read the rest of this entry »

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The Sand Flea (Part IX)

Continued from The Sand Flea (Part VIII).

Ask continued to run through the healers’ temple, desperately seeking someone who believed him.  His back began to burn with a dull ache. “Bandits are coming!” He pointed back, behind the temple. “They’re that way!”

Several scoffed at the panting goblin.

“Liar!”

“You’re for Njolr!”

“You’re just going to rob us blind!” The patients’ voices kept the priests from hearing, and as Ask tried to run towards a male priest that had fancier robes than the rest, a hand wrapped around his ankle, and a group of seven patients bustled him out the same door he entered through. Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Posted by on July 1, 2013 in Semihistorical Fiction

 

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The Sand Flea (Part VIII)

The nights were growing cooler, and Ask’s back almost didn’t hurt at all anymore.  Despite his recovery, Korenila insisted he should stay, and he couldn’t help but wonder why he didn’t mind taking orders from her.  She was kind.  That must have been why, he was sure.  He was given his freedom to wander the barnyard, however, and wander he did.

Horse was never far behind, and nobody seemed worried about Ask’s presence.  He expected people to avoid him, or to be rude to him.  Instead, the stable hands were polite and helpful, and several offered to help him saddle Horse.  He declined in the most polite way he knew, and a few laughed good-naturedly, while others frowned at him for his poor word choice. Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Posted by on June 27, 2013 in Semihistorical Fiction

 

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The Sand Flea (Part VII)

They called it ‘physical therapy’.  Ask called it stupid.  Korenila came into his room every day and oversaw him walking around the room.  She made him bend his body in weird ways that made the flesh on his back feel strange.  Under her instruction, he moved his arms, squatted, and moved side to side.  His cheeks burned each time, but she never gave him a day’s respite from those hour periods of ‘therapy’ unless the pain was too strong for him, which it was only rarely of late.

His back did stop hurting so much when he moved around or tried his secret exercises to try to lose his additional weight he’d picked up during his long period of bedrest.  He felt fat, like a human. Read the rest of this entry »

 
 

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The Mending Man

“Messy, messy, messy!” The black-haired man howled in distress as he dashed about.  All around him, bottles and vials of brightly-colored liquids bubbled away as his elaborate chemistry setup continued its work without him.  He paused as he came to a pile of papers and tore into it, eagerly searching every sheet until he found what he sought.

Triumphantly, he held it up to the light.  Finally, the formula was clear.  He looked around and mouthed several names as his tired eyes landed on different compounds.  His cracked and chapped lips moved rapidly, but silently as he gathered the various liquids from their places on the chemist table.  He turned off each of the titration nozzles and reduced all of the burners to their lowest settings.  Carefully, the dark-clad man set the ingredients in a line, then dashed off to a closet. Read the rest of this entry »

 

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BoGo (Part III)

Continued from Guin Weds.

The wedding went off with no trouble, and Guin soon came to know his new wife.  Nadea was a lively woman, and adored Boreal as though she was the girl’s own mother.  She shared Guin’s sorrow over the girl’s short life, and every day, she made Bo a healthy snack herself, certain that with the love of family, the snacks would taste even better.

Bo’s fourteenth birthday came and went, and Bo began a steady and rapid decline.  Her doctor had to move her limbs for her to help her get out of bed every day, and each day it took longer.  Guin spent all of his time that he was not working in her room.  Money was tight, and he often went without meals to ensure his daughter and wife could eat their fill.  He was thin and gaunt.  He only smiled for them, and in his worried misery, he felt it was not often enough. Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Posted by on April 9, 2013 in Futuristic Fiction

 

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The Sea Witch

In a cottage on the cliffs beside the sea lived a witch.  She brewed potions, wrote spell books, and helped cure the sick.  One day, she became very sick.  Everyone marched in a line to her cottage and gave her presents of soup, herbs, and hand-made gifts in hopes that she would quickly recover.

The witch was very happy that so many people cared about her, but she knew she would not get better.  So, she decided she would give away her books, her potions, and her cures to the nearby village.  When people came to give her gifts, soup, and herbs, she made sure each person left with a gift, until only one person was left.  He didn’t have a gift for her, and her home was empty of gifts. Read the rest of this entry »

 

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