“Well, we’ve heard all about the dogs, now how about our namegiver eh? Now I’m thinking, to myself “Bill, mum always talked about what a coot grandpa was,” and Isay to my sis “maybe it’s some kind of weed? Admittedly I guess that’s the unknown of buying a second hand mig in my case and not really knowing how to use it properly but I sure as hell know what to look for now eh! She’s got a burn on her hand where she held the jar, and the side of her face is lit up like sunburn. “Get more powder. We need it.” Carent replied as he ran a gloved hand over his swords hilt, tracing the red cloth wrapping. Nan tells her there’s more up in the attic. “Nothing.” never sounded like more in my life. It let out a confused croak, like what a frog might have made, before it seemed to realize what was happening. We bull some stuff about me hitting my head on a beam and scramble out of the attic. Spades tilted his head in confusion, Jasmine relayed: “He is a soldier too, Spades, he would like to swap war stories some time,” that seemed to pick up Spades up a little bit.
Bad sands, the metal tag on Spades collar wasn’t a fake, ‘front towards enemy’ Spades was a military dog, having survived God knows how long in the Middle Eastern deserts and made it home, only to be ripped away in an alien abduction. The county once even had plans to level it for a new interchange but there was some kind of thing about not getting good soil or bad tools or whatever the excuse was. She didn’t stop to yell at me, didn’t even notice me past a check to see that I wasn’t burnt too. So, sitting around all day gets old, and Nan didn’t want to be babysat. Emily didn’t wake up the next morning. Emily took ill before we were halfway home. I knew it wasn’t right soon as she took it. Em drops the jar right off. Emily, being the worldly girl of 15 she was, snatches the jar and twists it open to give it a sniff. I felt responsible. I pried open the box, found the jar.
She cracked the lid and the jar just flashed up like an old camera bulb. First we needed to remove the brackets of the cartridge that held the old battery so we could solder the new one and give it a clean look. Once the new battery was soldered into place we checked to see if we were having a current. Sometimes you don’t notice things you see everyday, right? We’re thinking it’s old socks or a rainy day stash, right? Edwin was situated to the right of the cave mouth, facing away from its entrance and back towards the path. The Town Crier, a portly gentleman who seemed to be doing very well for himself in comparison to the small village around him, jovially waved at Edwin as he approached. My friends and I were going to start our own Bed and Breakfast before all of this,” she waved dismissively.
“Carent, glad you aren’t drowning your sorrows away,” the blue cloaked man said in a sarcastic tone towards the Hunter who waved dismissively. He had had to learn so much in such a short time, it had been only a year since he had met Carent, but he felt he had spent a lifetime with the mysterious man. “She can’t help me anymore.” The man said quietly. Help tidy up the house and all that, yeah? Old, crusty, crumpled up thing. The hum started low, and quiet, the kind of thing you hear with your skin. Her skin had turned a sour milk color, her veins black and blue. Our Nan hadn’t been in great health for a while, and Ma had us visit on Thursdays just to check up on her. “Many stories, some bad, most good, Beau is a great hunter and healer, commands respect. Maybe I’ll see if i can’t find this leak Nan’s been getting in the roof.
I’ll say it so no one else gets hurt. “The Sanguines were a terrible evil, heretics who went against the Church, they delved into arcane blood rituals, the stories say they tried to become immortal.” Edwin huffed. Lord Priest Grunwall Fearless Knight of the Lord Executioner of the Heretical Sanguines. Hill grass is the only stuff that grows there. There’s pictures and old clothes, all the old attic stuff. She got up and started going through an old cupboard, pulling out a small journal like the one from the box. I haven’t started a thread on the MX5 as its too new and not exactly interesting enough to warrant its own thread in my opinion. Pulled off the road all of a sudden and started vomiting. Edwin made his way into the village square, towards the town crier who was just getting ready to announce the day. “Hmmph, this lot are ungrateful.” Edwin snorted as he heard her words. These are normally used to clean dentures but I use it to clean my keyboard keycaps.