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Watcher Doings 24

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Join us for a weekly blog party in Six Sentence Stories, hosted by Denise and attended by some mighty fine, fun folk. Prompt word=FORCE. Read, write and come back for more SIX SENTENCE STORIES.   (Link goes active Wed night).

Montay found safety in the cottage’s shed, just managing to slither his way through the woodpile stacked and placed against the east wall, and into the shed itself through a small hole near its base. In the coolness of the northern evening, he was subject to the vicissitudes of the cold-blooded form he’d chosen to transform into; add that to his bad planning to shapeshift into a snake blinded by molt and he was screwed.

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Watcher Doings 22 and 23

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Watcher Doings 22                  

Join us for a weekly blog party in Six Sentence Stories, hosted by Denise and attended by some mighty fine, fun folk. Prompt word=ACCENT. Two this week, as my brain went holiday numb last week…

“Umm, Ferah…you’ve been a wonderful hostess and all,” mumbled Rockmouse, tugging gently on the hem of the cat woman’s shirt after following her into the kitchen. “And we appreciate the clementines you’ve been supplying us—we don’t get much access in our homeland—but my tummy is beginning to feel a little acid, and too much gives Fernlodth gastric distress.”

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Watcher Doings 21

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Join us for a weekly blog party in Six Sentence Stories, hosted by Denise and attended by some mighty fine, fun folk. Prompt word=CHANNEL. Read, write and come back for more on SIX SENTENCE STORIES.   (Link goes active Wed night).

The remaining three—Sangfroid, Plangeduc, and Redrue—arrived by late ferry, crossing the channel from mainland to island, easily mixing with the post tent-concert human crowd who were enthused and tipsy, some sufficiently high, so that the trio were barely noticed.

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Watcher Doings 20

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Join us for a weekly blog party in Six Sentence Stories, hosted by Denise and attended by some mighty fine, fun folk. Prompt word=SHED. Read, write and come back for more on SIX SENTENCE STORIES.   (Link goes active Wed night).

The night had come on suddenly, like thick wet wool dropped over a shivering body, and Montay wondered what this cottage and the lands surrounding it would be like in wintertime; Ferah and he had always loved the perennial summer of their homeland, the heady scent of decay and new growth, the feel of dirt and dappled air as they chased each other through field and forest as cats, took to the sky as birds of prey, sinewy scaled tails combing the river’s rush as they cut up against stream, so why would she choose a place like this to retreat?

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Watcher Doings 19

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Join us for a weekly blog party in Six Sentence Stories, hosted by Denise and attended by some mighty fine, fun folk. Prompt word=PEN. Read, write and come back for more on SIX SENTENCE STORIES.   (Link goes active Wed night).

“The easiest thing,” said Ferah, sighing, “would be for the group of us, once everyone has arrived, to transform into our most powerful forms, whatever we individually sense what that right form is for the situation we have before us: an enraged, power-hungry Montay, my older brother who apparently wants to kill me and take over the fae world, starting with the gnomes.

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