Inside the LinesThey arrange in rows, vibrating,anticipating,calculating the first move.Decked each in bright colors, look at melook at me, hi mom, do you seesunlight glinting from glinting placesaround a hundred faces, flush with nervouswaiting, and watching for the signal,and it comes with raised arm and a sharp strokedown, and down the rows the thunder rolls,and so beginsthe first movement.
Two Paths 42: What FollowsRough-hewn stone rains down upon the city from a hundred catapults. The streets are nearly barren, haunted only by the crushed corpses of livestock and the few who brave the streets of Elsagrod even now. No structure is unscathed, and many of the citys thin, winding avenues are choked off by debris.Even the Cathedral of Saint Hajnalka, one of the grandest structures of Cydreidom, has not escaped the hail of stones. It is neither the shattered spires nor the jagged remains of stained glass glinting in the evening light that holds Godeleive Ferets attention. Rather, he locks his gaze on a timeworn, wooden door atop three cracked,
Pot o'RabbitsI knew a woman who lived in a shoeWho had rabbits invading her loo.She went for a squat,One leaped out of the pot,So she wiped off and went to make stew.