D:L&L - Part 18 | Scarecrow: A Murder With Crows
I got down on my knees and lowered my head. Is this what it all comes down to? I thought. From rags to riches, then back to rags again? Not for the first time I wished I had never laid eyes on that damned girl and her belligerent dog. I prayed that my end would come quick. As the mob was almost on top of me, they stopped and hummed in unison. I looked up and took in their un-dead stares. I felt their misguided (well, I thought so, anyway) hatred toward me and knew I wasn’t in any position to appeal to their better natures – they obviously didn’t have any. The fog, I thought, it has to be the fog. Otherwise they would take me to a safe place and offer me food and drink. That got me thinking about a drink: Munchkinlander wine, to be precise. Oh how I wanted just one more dunk in a vat of that sweet, sweet nectar.
D:L&L - Part 17 | Dot: Friend & Foe
Munchkins were scrambling out of their seats trying to push to the entrance and into the purple fog. Still others broke windows to climb out, letting more of the purple fog in as they attempted to escape. The reaction of their bodies to the fog was almost instantaneous, and I sat there dumbfounded, watching as more and more munchkins dove into the fog. They screeched and screamed, clawing at their throats, tearing their clothes, but it was over in seconds, and I watched as one after another, those trying to flee through the main door, fell down dead.
D:L&L - Part 15 | Narrator: NewsFlash
‘Stay indoors. Do not attempt to travel to Bright Lettins or its outlying villages. Lock your doors.’
D:L&L - Part 14 | Narrator: Golden Hair and Slippered Feet
It had been lighting just like this when he’d come to her. The brush had fallen to the floor when he’d touched her naked shoulder, softer at first that she had expected – not a rushed, crushing, ragged onslaught.