Inspired by Silent Voice II by LeviDansam
Yngve sat, back to the fence, listening to the butterflies scream at one another.
-Hey! Hey! Heeeeeeey!-
-Heeeeey! Hey! Hey!-
He’d seen, before he’d turned around, a strawberry. Full and ripe, nearly the size of his thumb. Blushing like a shy barmaid that had had too much to drink. Continue reading
I read this book called ‘The Strangler Vine’ by M.J. Carter Now, the book is whatever. Continue reading
The last reminder of hope. Light, scattering in long, thin lines across the black ceramic. For a moment she thought it was a spider web.
So she dropped the mug. It went tumbling from her fingers, and she could see the lines of light dancing across the rim as the mug fell. Continue reading
I mentioned we went on a trip.
One of the places we went was the Hill of Crosses. It’s in Šiauliai, in Lithuania. Continue reading
He said, after he’d sat us down next to him, that his name was Kenny. His daughter, little, blond, five, was named Emily. This was one of those unreal experiences, when the ground seems to slip out from under you, so you can’t do anything but smile and nod because suddenly all the rules have changed and you can’t figure out how the game works now.
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This year, I participated in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). Many of you already know this. Many of you were instrumental to my participation, and wrote me excellent guest posts! (Thank you!!!!)
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Back in January, before we left for our trip (I went on a trip, did I tell you that?), my housemate and I were on a walk. It was the post-tabletop game night walk, lots of gesticulating and laughter and the tension steaming off of us like, well, steam.
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Hello there, wonderful people!
As you may (or may not) have noticed, we are now ‘dearthief.blog’ instead of ‘dearthief.wordpress.com’!
What happened, I hear you ask? (I’m pretending, okay? Work with me here.)
What precipitated this exciting and dramatic change?!?
Terriana pursed her lips and helped the rope re-coil.
She pulled out her all-device. “Call the RocketTaxi company.” She said, holding the device between her cheek and her shoulder. She tied the rope to the branch she was standing on and checked her harness again.
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Fortunately, the space-giraffe couldn’t peck at her without disrupting its flight. Terriana focused on pretending to be dead, mostly by being still but not stiff, and also by thinking dead-crawler thoughts.
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Dear Thief 