Month: October 2017

  • A Mess of Magical Proportions

    There was another death. Death wasn’t unusual for Meadlowlark. Especially with this beast haunting the woods. But what was unusual was finding a body. Usually Rusted Jowls never let anyone escape its clutches. This time it got sloppy. The townsfolk wheeled the man down the main street. Everyone saw its mangled arms, the gaping wound in its left side. Meadowlark wasn’t large, closer to what we were used to. There were no secrets once a […]