Crumbling DownWhat once was wealthyCame crumbling down around themLeaving them to die
Spectres in the Fog February 1900: Somewhere in England in the middle of the night, a young boy heads to his master's home from a run to the market. His apprenticeship has been nothing but running errands so far, he hardly even knows what his master really does for a living. During the night he simply makes various potions and sends the boy off on tasks, during the day he tells the boy to keep an eye on the shop while he goes out to do something else until nightfall. Perhaps he was an apothecary with some odd side job... A strange light would suddenly bring the boy out of his musings, shining from atop a nearby hill. The thick fog that hung in the air around
Egg-Eater Timmy was an average boy. His grades were A's and B's and he lived in a nice home with his family, who loved him and each other very much. They attended Worship every Thursday, like any other average family, and remembered their manners when speaking to anyone. Everyone loved them and they loved everyone else. But not the egg-eaters. No one liked the egg-eaters, they were looked down upon by all of the average people in the town. The strange thing was, no one has ever known an egg-eater to say why they are so hated. If anyone was an egg-eater, they couldn't be spotted in a crowd of the average townspeople. Yet still all the normal adult
Viva La VidaTo take care of those weak and abused,I usedMy mighty army to kick down the foolto ruleThe kingdom myself. Before me unfurledthe world!
Sta.sh
