-So, there we go! Pete put the seed in the dirt.
-Now all we have to do is wait. Miriam grabbed the watering can and poured some water over it. -In a week or so we’ll know how it went.
-I can hardly wait!
They went into the lunch room for a coffee.
-Finally we can get some decent sleep…
All characters are fictive.
There was something coming this way. Something big. The forest was unquiet, the animals were running, screaming. Kilkili and Boas exchanged a look. Boas had never seen his brothers eyes like this. So wide. So scared.
The Kembera family were respected for their hunters and warriors. Now a khakhua, a demon witch, had infected their village, taken control of one of their own…
This story has been rewritten and republished. It was first published on fictionspawn.com September 29. 2016.
Johnny hated Swedish people. They disgusted him. All the time more of them came to his neighbourhood, always so hip, so modern. It was unbearable.
They gave him bad dreams. Hordes of evil Swedes doing him harm. He woke up, sweating. They were gone, but in the darkness there was something else. Something was feeding on his fear.
One night, in a horrible nightmare, the Swedes were about to murder him…
Link to part one.
I’m going on a journey, the old man said. Keep studying, I’ll soon be back.
Mirk nodded. His master slowly faded and disappeared.
For years he had been studying hard, though time worked differently here than back home. He had read so many books, calculated so many formulas. He’d learnt how to change little thing around him, make things appear out of nothing, duplicate, shrink and float in the air.
It was the first time he had the house for himself….
He woke up on a bed in a small room. There were no sheets on the mattress. He was sure there had been yesterday.
Oh, delightful yesterday.
Maybe she’d taken them away to clean them. He looked around the room. His clothes were gone, too. Strange.
The room had two doors. One leading out of the cabin, where he came in. The one on the other side of the room was half open….
The old woman was sitting in her chair in front of the vivid flames in the fireplace. A child was…