The girl was sitting in the treetop, overlooking the canal. She wasn’t alone, however, a boy was with her. They were talking, laughing. He stood up and did something silly and they laughed, but he slipped, and slid towards the edge of the tree branch.
“Argh!” he cried, and she grabbed his arm tight and didn’t dare let go. Carefully, she hoisted him up back. He breathed loudly and heavily. You co...
I wake on an itchy hay bed. I try to recall how I got here, but my memory seems far away.
I sit up, wince, and stumble toward the door of the small room. I pull open the door forcefully. It’s beyond creaking. It squeals, much like a rodent, but amplified. I enter the odd hallway. I can tell from the smell alone that there is a pub below. A house wife in medieval-sort clothing gives me a look like ...