Fast Food
A scurrying, the rustle of carapace against stone, a hand darting out in the darkness. Fingers closed upon nothing as that sound faded away in the distance, leaving that infernal silence again. Never quick enough, not as of late. A voice, cracked,...
Eyes like the Forest (10)
The sharp crack of splitting wood filled the yard, again and again, as Merrin worked through the small pile she had gathered. She mused to herself that it seemed odd how cutting wood sometimes sounded the same as burning it, but then came to the...