They were ALL SarahSomething had taken her brother, that thing in their room wasn’t him why wouldn’t anyone see that, sure she didn’t like him, but she didn’t want anyone else to have him, she would have to go find him herself...
…. she had been so close, so many times but never quite found the center, she had been so set on finding him and bringing him home, but as time moved on all she wanted was to go home, and after that, just to survive.
…. there had been others, she had seen them, some of them had made it others had just given up and succumbed to the shadows.
…. the first few she had called to, asked their name, each time they answered a little more of her hope died;
They were all Sarah.
One day while searching the overgrowth for the fruits that grew there, she found an opening she had no memory of, stepping through it the world lurched and when it stopped, the opening behind her had disappeared, in f
Dear Kate"When we get out of this the first thing I’m gonna do is go see my Kate, and I’m gonna marry her there and then…” he had said it a thousand times throughout their time together, from foxhole to blasted fox hole, it had become his mantra, a talisman to be wielded in the face of death, to cheat him for just one more day.
But the reaper is never to be denied, ever by our side as we marched forth, reaping the souls of enemy and comrade alike as we cut our bloody swath through equals, at the behest of privileged men so much less worthy than those we fought and bled beside, eventually we all feel his bony hand on our shoulder.
“And what then? After you have been married what are you gonna do?”
We’re hunkered down in what passes for a trench, little more than a ditch for all that it matters, with the mortar fire falling around our ears it could well be our grave in moments.
“Hey listen to me, I said so what are you gonna do once you have married
The stranger and the story circleStory circles are a Troglodyte ritual for sharing and remembering tales of their people, they vary in form depending on local tradition and region; some plant a stave in the center and build a ring of branches around it, some use stones in either case the central one is removed at the end as a repository of stories, others use a communal fire pit and commit their tales to the flames, for all iterations each stone or branch placed in the circle is representative of the story the placer tells, bigger branches for bigger stories.
The circle had be drawn as the night closed in, flames from the campfire flickered in the dark casting dancing shadows of the assembled figures out into the dark, masking the travelers approach. A hunched figure bundled in furs, leaning on a staff, entered the halo of light, at her side her companion held her arm, the circle makes space for these new a
Zeph's Riddle To those who weave the code in dark mainframe,
To aid advancement in a certain popular game,
May find that they cannot reach the real world again,
Beware the winged women and the burning pain.
Wars are fought in the mind they say,
You may already know the truth this day,
If you ever have need, if the real is far away,
There are places where you can stay:
Find the remainders of the mountain fort that David lay claim,
Ask for the wielder in the iron god’s name,
All aid is welcomed and given the same,
Time to unite against the day of Woe’s game.