The Tiny Swordsman Chapter 4

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The boy rose out of the water, soon joined by two others. Their skin was grey and bloated, boiled on the bone. They grabbed at me with their slimy hands. Despite the heat of their flesh, spikes of ice pierced at their touch. The boiled boys held my gaze. I felt the power of their hatred tearing at my soul. My strength left me as if being drained. They started to pull me downwards, towards the boiling water. I couldn’t resist, no matter how hard I fucking tried to tell my body to move.

I fell to one knee, hands braced on either side of the large pot. Waterlogged hands gripped my collar, pulling me closer to the murky broth. Somehow, I knew it was over. I knew that was fucking it. It sounds nuts, but I don’t care. I don’t care if it was just a dream. I knew if I touched that fetid water, I was done. The heat of the broth seared my face as I stood inches above it.

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Three Brothers in the Age of Monster Girls(Isidore: Chapter 2)

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The cold wind blew through the open plain, the grass and leaves of the tree rustling under the moonlight. Isidore huddled himself next to the tree, his cloak wrapped over him. Even on summer nights, the lack of a fire made things difficult to bare. While Isidore was not too terribly bothered by the cold, … Continue reading Three Brothers in the Age of Monster Girls(Isidore: Chapter 2)

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