Lachlan Winks
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Tales of the WildMan
Tamind peeked over the social shield of his large, wordy book to safely judge the other residents that populated the hearth of the small, isolated inn that would be his home for the night. What he saw disappointed him just as much as the last time he looked around to distract him from his dull tome. The simple innkeeper stood by the large fireplace stirring the leek and cabbage stew, the only item on tonight's menu aside from three day old bread and warm ale, his lazy eye and uneven moustache only added to the peasantly demeanour of the inns host.
By Lachlan Winks4 years ago in Fiction
Formicidae's Log
Entry Twenty Four; To my beloved Queen, It has been nine whole years (one day in humans time) since I have seen your face and even still I remember every millimetre of your smile. The workers and I have been marching nonstop in search of the completed works of the sample that Tatuidris delivered to you twelve months ago. Though we have sent back many workers with samples near in shape and colour to the original, your drones have reported that no samples thus far have had the same irresistible flavour nor the same brown that melts in the heat and gets all over our mandibles. To be completely candid with you, my Queen, I sometimes fear that we may never find any more than the Crumb we have received. I do fear we squandered its rarity. I lay awake at night, wondering if I am marching your loyal workers one-by-one to their doom. Hurrah, Hurrah. Nevertheless, we search tirelessly for the treasure you have claimed from the humans. Even if it takes the next three years of my life, we will die in service of the Crown, in search of The Crumb.
By Lachlan Winks5 years ago in Fiction
