Category: Short Stories

  • Finding Gratitude, Part 17

    I opened my eyes. Merryl glared back at me, but this time she had brought friends. A quick count gave me about a half-dozen adults. They were all in business attire. Blacksmith aprons, shop shirts, bakers and butchers, the last of which was carrying a rather large cleaver that I didn’t want any closer to me. They all followed Merryl, and were glaring at me too. Not again. I groaned, and looked up at the […]

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  • Finding Gratitude, Part 16

    The Green Witch Wrong. It was all going wrong. I was wearing the cloak. After I found a launder and stole some soap, it was easy enough to clean. My staff fit beneath the folds, and with the hood off my head I looked like just another girl in the crowd. Not a hero. Certainly not a threat or worth anyone’s time. I just kept walking. I had walked out of the bar, and turned […]

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  • Finding Gratitude, Part 15

    Sela caught the practice sword tossed her way. It was actually a rather fine piece of wood. Tested, weathered, but still retaining a supple nature. Sela tested the blade, and was amazed by the nature of the sword. There was a perfect balance, right in the center of the blade. Beyond a blunt edge, she was holding a true weapon. And it had been given to her by a true swordsman. Named only Bill, he […]

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  • Finding Gratitude, Part 14

    “Right, that was wonderfully pathetic. Somebody remember to wake up Ragged Knuckle and slap the bill to his forehead, or something. What a waste. Anyways…Bluelight!” Regni scanned the crowd. “I know I saw Bluelight in here somewhere. Bluelight, you up for a little action? I see you, passed out by the…BLUELIGHT!” One of the tables shuddered, and crashed to the ground. A dwarf woman raised her head, and squinted. “Regni?” “Bluelight, time to sober up. […]

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  • Finding Gratitude, Part 13

    Lady Violet “All right, all right…gods below, everyone shut up!” Regni paused to take a breath. “That’s better. You hopped-up adrenaline junkies ready for your next hit?” The crowd cheered. Regni was a petulant little beast, but he knew the fights. The gnome could size up anyone who wanted in the ring, and match up accordingly. For newcomers, this meant a real challenge. For the old hands, it prevented rust and complacency. And for the […]

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  • Finding Gratitude, Part 12

    The Reza remained silent. They stared at Lana, questioning her words. This new girl, this creature they called kin, cursed at them. Degraded their entire existence with that word. how could she? Was she so offended by the birds’ little playings that she was so crass? “Waste Beast?” Mister Clops said. He shook his mane once, and turned away. He snuffled, and wheezed. “Is that what you think we are?” Lana tensed. Of all the […]

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