Tag: adventure
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The Hand That Steers A Kingdom – Part 8
Click here to read parts 1-7. If Sarai had any say in it, she’d never get on a boat again in her life. The short trip to the Islands had been nausea-inducing, the ride to the port closest to Tutti’s village was a carnival of torture. Out of sight of land, they maneuvered between Doerman ... -
The Hand That Steers A Kingdom — Part 7
Read parts 1-6 here! Three days they stayed in the concealed house, planning and preparing for their next step—finally, the day to depart arrived. Conner heaved a sigh of relief once the blue guard’s vest was tossed in a pile of bedraggled uniforms. Some were Doerman, and some belonged to old Vamaser, a few were ... -
The Hand That Steers A Kingdom – Part 6
(Read Previous Parts Here) Planning couldn’t happen in a vacuum. Throughout the journey, Connor and Sarai sat through many edits and decisions made on their behalf with only mild complaining. Connor likely accepted it because he was a soldier and used to taking orders, Sarai because she could barely focus over the roiling in her ... -
The Hand That Steers A Kingdom – Part 5
Sarai took Tristan away under the cover of a heavy storm. As thunder rolled through the slums, stinging rain washed over the streets, wiping them clean of dirt and trash, pooling it in heavy streams down towards the harbor. Tristan was small enough that Sarai found it easier to carry her over the rivulets while ... -
The Hand That Steers A Kingdom – Part 4
Tristan blinked at the two adults and her brother as they whisper-argued over her. The black lady that her brother had brought had a weird arm. Fenny had told her about her “tree hand” but she didn’t understand what he meant exactly. She didn’t find the fake hand to be very interesting. She was more ... -
The Hand That Steers A Kingdom – Part 3
In all of her adult life, Sarai had never been so grateful to be unmarried and childless. She would never survive the constant presence of children if they were as talkative as Fenrir. Her beloved mother must have been gods touched to have borne five. Fenrir’s “heir” was in Belsmeth, once Vamaser’s largest trading city. ... -
Hobo Willie, Part 7 – Afterword
I base my little tale on the actual life events of my grandfather, Wilburn Elliott. The Elliott characters in the story are all real, and I used their real names. However, the other men who appear in this tale are all fictional people I created to fill in the gaps in the story. You see, ... -
Hobo Willie, Part 6
Filled with nervous anticipation, Willie scanned the station. His focus scattered as he looked from face to face, hoping one would be familiar. People bustled everywhere. The troupe glided through the crowd of pedestrians, each man searching for anything out of the ordinary. Tobias lifted Willie on his shoulders to get a better view. “Anything?” ... -
Hobo Willie, Part 5
Willie walked across the desert, day and night, sticking close to his road companions. His whole body felt like mush. He couldn’t remember exactly when his feet went numb, but he kept them moving. It’s not so easy to start back up once you stop. It’s best to dig in and keep walking until you ... -
Hobo Willie, Part 4
Tobias woke the next morning as the sun started to light the sky. The men packed up camp and hopped the first westbound train. They taught Willie the ways of the rails—the difference between a bum, a tramp, and a hobo. A bum was a no good, dirty, rotten thief that would rather steal from ...