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"Good heroes, you've defeated the Dark Lord's thralls! Please, free us from their dungeon!" cried the fairies.
"No thanks, we don't like you either," the adventurers said.
"You won't rescue us? Then… why?"
"He raised the price of lamp oil," they said, and pocketed the keys.
She considered the box of matches in her palm.
It had been easy.
A gentle strike, a careful touch, and then flames alone crossed the chasm.
Heat and embers, smoke and silence.
Better not to trust her weight to bridges weak enough to burn.
The sheep began to wonder:
who benefits by keeping us busy watching
one another, alert for imposters,
instead of for the flash of teeth
at the edge of the flock?
And anyway -
Since when have wolves ever
needed to wear our clothing
to kill us?
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The game I've been busy writing for the last few years came out today.
It's full to the brim with interactive fantasy stories, narration, jokes, and a thousand bits and bites of lore. I hope you enjoy them - I enjoyed writing them.
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The fear of the glimmer of eyes in the dark served us well. It once helped us survive.
But ultimately, the old instincts failed.
We should have suspected about the stars.
"You've crushed our homes" the townsfolk cry,
"Please stop. Please tell us why."
A glance behind. A giant's shrug.
"It's just me getting by."
It's morning and the air is thick
with the quiet lack of footsteps
of the ghosts of dogs I've loved.
They gave me your name.
When you were gone it felt too big to carry on my own.
It's better now.
I made someone new to share it with.
A strange fog draped the town in the night.
It clung, thick and oily. It darkened the windows with the smell of coming dangers.
They waited inside for the sun to rise and burn it off.
But it didn't burn off. It just burned.
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Sometimes grief and growth bloom from the same soil.
Here's "Soil," a gorgeous guest story by @ASmallFiction
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The villagers in Village Up
sent letters to the dead.
But had to move to Village Down,
to find out what they said.
She had a reset switch behind her ear.
When she was young, she'd been scared she'd press it by accident. Maybe while brushing her hair, or in the bath.
But the years slipped by.
And some days she would wonder, and her hands would grow careless.
Would the new start be so bad?