anotherone

There were many things that made up what she was. Who she was. Like a gem with too many angles and perspectives, where light could hit it differently. Hurt had never come to mind when she thought of herself. It didn’t, until tonight at least. She was now. She couldn’t breathe. Not as she...

“I brought your favorite,” Fen remarked out loud as she wove her way around a few trees, holding up a bottle of rum in reference, approaching a large, but young tree by the riverbed in the forest, the sound of rushing water and the rustling of leaves with the slight breeze was her only response...

Another one of these from the not well know Buckwheat2003.Let me know if you want more and I take suggestions. 1.) Two trigrans confront you in a dark alley and try to force feed you a strange green algae 2.)A grumpy dwarf that has one ear sells weapons in the sewer. (Edited a bit but...