The bears careened off the alley walls in their haste. Never had the trio seen so many dolls. Robyn was the first to be taken, then Thomas. Everything after that was a haze of running battles. None of the bears had fought so many opponents in their existence, but now nightmares were walking the streets. ... Continue Reading →
Wilted Blossoms, complete draft
It had been a long day in the cafe. The shop was small, but busy. This allowed the owner to remain in such a valuable location, making a living through a volume of sales rather than the cost. He repeatedly thought about hiring staff, but he loved to work alone, being so immersed in his... Continue Reading →
Wilted Blossoms, part one
It had been a long day in the cafe. The shop was small, but busy. This allowed the owner to remain in such a valuable location, making a living through a volume of sales rather than the cost. He repeatedly thought about hiring staff, but he loved to work alone, being so immersed in his... Continue Reading →
A Banked Flame, complete draft
Laticia jumped to her feet, sword in hand, when the door crept open. Barnabus stepped in, followed by the biggest teddy bear she had ever seen. Barnabus stopped and looked around, puzzled. “Where are Marley and Hamish?” Laticia glared at him with her one eye. “Where have you been,” she asked in a flat voice.... Continue Reading →
Misplaced Faith, part two
Hamish, Ambrose, and Sonny followed Marley through the Crossroads. Eventually they arrived at a door decorated in finely carved wood and pastels. She entered without hesitation and the others trooped in behind her. The inside of the door and frame, though, were rotted, green with mold and decay. Their surroundings were a bucolic neighborhood, the... Continue Reading →
Misplaced Faith, part one
Marley stood watch over Montrose’s prone form. The others came and went, but she stood waiting. There was a sliver of remorse for her words to Barnabus, but truth is found in anger. Hopefully Teddy could find him and assist in the search, but also talk some sense into the bear. “We should be looking... Continue Reading →
A Disturbed House, part six
After reclaiming her pipe, Nima watched Constance softly puff on it until she was asleep. Nima settled in with the pages, eventually slipping into slumber herself. Eventually, a shifting pressure caused Nima to groggily wake. She felt hot rancid breath on her neck, and bristly hair scratched her cheek. The scent of strong drink washed... Continue Reading →
A Disturbed House, part five
Cullen felt a chill down his spine, knowing that these words are connected to the presence of this charnel house. His fellow searchers were overtaken by a near manic state of relief at the seeming lack of danger. The presence of the pits of bones obviously unnerved them, but they took refuge in pompous... Continue Reading →
A Disturbed House, complete draft to date
The air was colder as they approached the mountains, leaving Nima grateful that Ulrich was so thoughtful to obtain a thick fur cloak before leaving the last settlement. She was still concerned that she heard Selig berating the man the next night. She snuggled deeper into the cloak, although it didn’t seem to bother Selig... Continue Reading →
A Disturbed House, Part Four
The portcullis was raised and the gates stood open and there was a skittering of startled little claws. Cullen groaned. His dislike of rats was well-known to the others. The walk through the gatehouse was a nervous affair with the walls and ceiling lined with holes for attacking anyone attempting to assault the structure.... Continue Reading →
