Dec 122017
 

VOTE FOR REDWOOD CROSSING ON TOP WEB FICTION

REDWOOD CROSSING SURVEY

The spear came down towards the top of Shreya’s head. She clapped her hands over it, grasping the wood. Their tug-of-war began, Zinnia’s only advantage her leverage. Ellie screamed at both of them to stop. Marietta kept laughing. And Sunflower kept doing whatever it was that dogs like her did when her owner’s favorite people were fighting.

Shreya changed her strategy. She pushed, rather than pulled. Zinnia stumbled back. Her grip loosened. Shreya yanked the spear out of her hands, forcing it to take a hard left to the grass. While a less determined person would’ve taken this as a sign they were outmatched, Zinnia decided to tackle Shreya, instead.

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Dec 052017
 

VOTE FOR REDWOOD CROSSING ON TOP WEB FICTION

REDWOOD CROSSING SURVEY

It was more than the changes in fauna color gradation that differed between their sides of the forest. Darkness draped over the foliage, like rot and decay. It snaked through every branch above and root underfoot. Dry moss, the kind that crumbles to the touch, sloughed off of the rocks they passed.

An eerie stillness settled in the further they wandered away from what Stockbrunn owned. Ellie had received hints of what to expect. Bleakness, relative inferiority, and a struggle that Shreya continued to allude to. All of that was certainly present, but she never sat down and pieced all of the descriptive crumbles Shreya had given her together. Maybe if she had, she would’ve been a little less shocked.

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Nov 282017
 

VOTE FOR REDWOOD CROSSING ON TOP WEB FICTION

REDWOOD CROSSING SURVEY

[8 Years Prior…]

“You don’t get it! Not like Auntie Catalina does.” Ellie puffed out her cheeks, refusing to let go of the framed print.

That print was the source of all their current contention. It sparked a fight that carried its way from the store into their home. Hilda had imagined a pleasant day with her eight year old daughter, one where they’d pick out dresses and share some mini cornet cakes. Her hopes were unmet as soon as they passed the art store.

Ellie practically smashed her face into the window trying to see what was inside. No amount of reminding her that they needed to go to the bakery (“don’t you want some cake?”/”they have you favorite cakes there”) got her to move. Ellie demanded to go inside, and perhaps a stronger Hilda could’ve gotten her daughter away from the window, but that didn’t happen.

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Nov 212017
 

VOTE FOR REDWOOD CROSSING ON TOP WEB FICTION

On the way back from the police station, Zinnia Trotter strongly contemplated cutting her ears off. Marietta’s complaints practically grated them into nubs. She wanted stop talking, even with all of the hints Zinnia kept throwing at her. Since when was nodding and total eye contact avoidance a welcome sign for conversation?

According to Marietta, the poor treatment she received from Stockbrunn’s police force was the worst thing in all of Casterne. All of them, she said, deserved to be locked in a cramped room. Oh, the indignity of having to wait hours to see someone. And on and on she went.

Maybe if they offered Marietta in exchange for Shreya’s sister, Marietta could annoy her kidnappers so much that they’d end their kidnapping ways. They would rethink the direction their lives were going.

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Nov 142017
 

VOTE FOR REDWOOD CROSSING ON TOP WEB FICTION

Shreya slipped into the realm of sleep without realizing it. Everything that happened had taken its toll on her, robbing her of her wakefulness. It was back again, though, in full force. The presence of the stranger put her on high alert. Whoever she was, she demanded answers. Telling her the wrong thing at the wrong moment would be dangerous.

The woman spoke with a self-assured air, her demeanor serious and commanding. She looked down on Shreya, and Shreya had the feeling that even if their heights were equal, this woman would still be looking down on her. When she first awoke and was gathering her wits, Shreya confused her for the woman that had been accompanying Ellie during the crossbow incident. If that had been true, the woman would’ve said something about it.

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Nov 072017
 

VOTE FOR REDWOOD CROSSING ON TOP WEB FICTION

Catalina scraped feathers off of her tongue. Chewing the ends of her quills was a habit she should of kicked years ago, but she never seemed to be able to shake it. The worst part about it were the tinier pieces of feather. She swore that those fluffy, demonic bits were conspiring against her. Why else would she keep coughing up feathers?

A knock at her door offered her a break from her endless paperwork.

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Oct 312017
 

VOTE FOR REDWOOD CROSSING ON TOP WEB FICTION

It shouldn’t have been that hard to find a pig wandering around Stockbrunn. For one, it was a rare sight, and for two, people would’ve been up in arms about it. After all, it wasn’t every day that an ordinarily penned-up creature roamed the streets. Marietta’s presence should have been like a beacon in the darkness, her appearance pulling in people’s attention from far and wide.

“You haven’t seen a lost pig, either?” Ellie asked with a sigh.

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Oct 182017
 

VOTE FOR REDWOOD CROSSING ON TOP WEB FICTION

The feeling floating in her chest—Ellie would best compare it to breathing with a new set of lungs. She flung open her bedroom window to let in the morning sun. Although in reality, it practically seared her vision, she overlooked that in favor of saying she was merely basking in its rays. Because everyone knows to bask is to see black clusters throughout your vision.

Sunflower slept on the edge of her bed, stretched out on her back with her legs twitching from what seemed like a puppymare. Every so often, she’d let out a whine and shuddering snore. Her position presented the perfect opportunity for a belly rub, but Ellie decided to let her rest for a little while longer.

“Aren’t you the cutest puppy ever?” Ellie gushed.

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Oct 172017
 

There’s nothing like getting locked out of your apartment without shoes, money, or a phone in 60 degree F (15.556 C) weather…for 5 and a half hours. I’m so cold… I had to chase the sun for warmth.

Needless to say, because of that horribleness there won’t be a chapter today. I’ll see if I can rearrange my schedule to be able to make a chapter later this week.

Thanks for the understanding.

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