by Bluestem Standing on the rock-strewn slopes of Wheeler Peak at 11,000 feet, the road we were to take was too small to see, but other roads, threadlike, rolled out into the basin and disappeared. Below were deep green circles that glowed against the native brown, nourished by the sweep of giant sprinklers that turned…
Tag: Short Story
Number 43
by Bluestem Her body lay at the very edge of the shallow ravine that cleaves the western pasture, tail pointing south, head facing north. A strong wind ruffled the thick, soft fur that covered her bony hips. There were deep half circles cut into the ground underneath her hooves, evidence of her struggle to stand….
There and Back Awry
by Silent Draco Part 4 of 4 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Bilbo and Ham made their way down the road and around the Water, to many a cheer and farewell from The Green Dragon. The simple tune kept humming in their ears, and soon they began to sing verses,…
There and Back Awry
by Silent Draco Part 3 of 4 Part 1 Part 2 It was no more than a short while and two unexpected slides on loose pebbles, before they arrived at the verdant door of The Green Dragon. Bilbo entered and called a greeting to Old Butterwort, “Good evening, innkeeper! Of your courtesy, may we…
There and Back Awry
by Silent Draco Part 2 of 4 Part 1 A week had passed, and May followed the course of the Water, meandering into June. June began to trickle down stream, and Master Hamfast watched The Road and listened for the gate with increasing concern. It was a Family Gathering, so of course there were games,…
There and Back Awry: A Halfling’s Misadventure in Half-Pints
by Silent Draco (No relation to Smaug the Golden, and we speak aught of that side of the family) Part 1 of 4 Now, 1382 was a fine year for apples in the Shire, and also a good year for beehives and honey-comb. Flowers bubbled up from the ground and exploded like trumpets, and trees…