They gave me one water skin and a hard roll filled with dried fruit; reckoning if I needed more I would have failed, anyway.
The mountain was not steep, at first. In the bright morning I passed a pleasant hour or two climbing the various broken trails dotted with romping sheep, chattering birds and later, stern-eyed mountain goats. The wildflowers gave the mountain side a vivid purple hue, a haze of heavenly beauty come to earth.
At midday I stopped to rest, sitting against a moss strewn outcropping of rocks overlooking my village.
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It was a small thing, really, to misplace an invitation. But when the error was discovered, it was with cries and horror as the party attendees witnessed the slighted sorcerer curse the Kingdom, it’s land and all it’s inhabitants.
He held out his arms and decried:
Listen all, to all the Kingdom
listen to your fate.
Heed me now,
all that scorned me
none shall escape.
Hunger and pain,
shall be your pillow.
Pestilence, your very bed.
You will all die alone, in anguish,
living despair and dread.
The King and Queen, hearing the deathly terms of the curse, begged a private conference with the sorcerer. For the love of their Kingdom, they pleaded, offering all they own.
Wet, Warm and Furry
originally published March 15, 2007
“Why hello little thing. Aren’t you just the cutest!”
“Are you lost? Poor thing, you’re soaking wet.”
“Aw, look at that little face. I haven’t seen one like you since I was Continue reading
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Once, there was a woman who loved to dance. She had long flowing clothes that swept the forest ground as she spun and twisted, arms arched high as she cupped the sun and the air and the earth. She danced night and day, in the middle of a old forest filled with great twisted trees that stretched it’s limbs upwards towards the sun. In the dark, she danced Continue reading