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Haunted EpilogueNiki giggled, kicking his feet against the side of his crib. "Mama," the baby grinned, waving into empty air. Beside him the little toy goblin lay still, head at an odd angle as if watching. Down the hall, candle light flickers, a voice heavy with sleep. "Are you awake, baby boy?" his father walks into the room, shivering at a sudden chill in the air. "Mamamamamama," Niki squeals happily. The man gives him a sad smile, tucking the baby in. "Mama is gone, little one. She sends he love though." The boy just grins, a bit of drool hanging from his lip as he pulls the goblin to his mouth.
The candle flickers out and Niki laughs, "No no, mama no!" The man looks around with wide eyes, "Are you here, my love?" Silence. He laughs uneasily, lighting another candle. "No more ghosts," he reassures himself, mussing the boy's hair. "Sleep," he tells his son in a firm tone. Niki frowns, but rolls to his s
Summer AfternoonDarrien sat in the meager shade of some low pines, watching. The field in front of him was the bright green of fresh grass, dotted with flowers. Butterflies and bees flitted from one to another, and the undergrowth stirred with the movement of small creatures. None of these held his attention. His eyes were fixed on a small girl running after the butterflies, red hair streaming behind her. She jumped over clumps of grass, giggling as she snatched for the pretty winged creatures. Darrien smiled, wondering if his mother was ever so light hearted. He didn't think so. Even as a child, she had been fierce.
After nearly an hour of chasing and jumping she ran to him under the trees, cheeks flushed. "I almost had one," she sighed, plopping down on his lap. She was always like this, he thought with a little smile. Always wanting to be close. He hugged her, "They will just fly higher when you chase them like that, Sarael." &
Plague in Neverwinter pt 3
The sound of her breathing seemed so loud. Zara shivered, wondering if they could hear her . . . if the undead were waiting. She waited, shifting every few moments, straining to hear, but nothing came. Eventually she stood up, brushing herself off. "No harm done," Zara said softly, trying to smile. She'd gotten away, after all. "Wonder who lives here," she asked, peering around. There were no windows on this floor, pretty common for the Nest. Furniture sat askew on the floor, the cupboards and desk open, and not a single thing left in them.
Looters, maybe, or the owners taking what they could before fleeing to safer territory. She hoped they made it. After a thorough look through the downstairs, Zara climbed over some debris to the upper floor. A row of small windows let in daylight, illuminating the two small bedrooms. One held two small beds and a chest, the other one a large bed and some shelves. A book, a torn bear, stuffing half gone, and an old, moth eaten blanket were all she fo
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
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