Do Not Bother Me If You Are Perky
Elly was perky, bubbly and lived to brighten the day of total strangers.Of course, she rarely asked those strangers if they wanted their day brightened, or if they liked people with perky, bubbly personalities. I know
she didn’t ask me.
Who am I? I’m something from your nightmares, living among you in human
form. Elly tried to make friends with me.That was her last mistake.I hate perky. I hate bubbly. I hate all things bright and cheery with a passion.However, I do find them very, very tasty.And Elly was delicious...
The obstinate wind howled unceasingly, slicing like tiny blades at our flesh...
That’s how the Book of Grymwyre begins.
It was our most ancient text, made of saprus reed parchment, bound in the hide of an angora fox, containing the tale of the harsh journey of the Falwyn Quest. Now the Whistling Angel had stolen it and we must face the consequences.The climatic changes have already begun. Northern Eragan is gone, destroyed byearthquakes, volcanoes erupt on the far southern border and soon, the ocean willclaim us. The water has swallowed all but the tower where the last of us wait todie.
Just a Job
He didn't know the answers to his questions, so he stayed sil
ent, letting Roscoe’s
words be swept away into the sea. His new deck officer was too inquisitive anddid not understand proper protocol.