'Please…one moment…I Just need…one moment.' Four droplets of rain fell lightly against a cutting of sail cloth, pulled taught over the flour cart of Helga Miller. The mass of clouds overhead burgeoned with rain and grew heavy as they approached. The morning was held in a sullen kind of mood, a greyness that lived in … Continue reading The Copperpot Inn: A Tax-collector Approaches part 2
Month: October 2022
The Copperpot Inn: A Tax-collector Approaches
A heavy cloud loomed over the green hills and filled the day with the urgency of rain. Colours receded below the overcast pall and the meadow's lush grass was bent southward with dew. There was a storm developing in the air; a crisp burst Autumn wind pulled lowly across the ground and mischievously stole a … Continue reading The Copperpot Inn: A Tax-collector Approaches
The Copperpot Inn: The Wolves of Velik Mountain
The redwood fell without ceremony.It was not the largest within the Huxley-shire Forest, but Errol never felt at ease when cutting down a tree that was too tall for his means. In his days as a Lumberjack, he had been given the nickname of Cottonwood: a tall tree, thoughtful in how it shaded the land, … Continue reading The Copperpot Inn: The Wolves of Velik Mountain
2: A Moth
UPDATE: Going to leave this season of horror unfinished for the time being, so this is the last one for 2022. and just a quick note that this short story is a bit more horror-y than the normal Sunday Short Stories vibe. Always remember to make some time for yourself. 👍 Cheers, --- There was … Continue reading 2: A Moth
1: An Empty frame
Just a quick note that this short story is a bit more horror-y than the normal Sunday Short Stories vibe. Always remember to make some time for yourself. 👍 It's late. Slumber's bow creaks upon frigid seas as the familiar tremble of an approaching migraine crawls from the deep like something formless and unknown. I … Continue reading 1: An Empty frame
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