November Challenge #2: Wishful Sacrifices
Wishful Sacrifices November 2nd: The Wishing Well Gareth hated the Wishing Well. The alternating red and blue stones that built it up from the ground and kept people from falling down the hole were gaudy and uneven, not to...
Broken Pieces. Chapter Twenty-One.
Some more he wished for. wishing his voice could be like that. warm and tender, soft and succulent... then maybe the others wouldn't look at him with those eyes full of fear. looking at him as if he were some kind of monster.
Tales of Arcanum: A Dusty Servant
What you wished for, wished for so long." "what will become of me? i like this body. the power. the energy. why would i let it go because i didn't know what i wanted?" "why, dear jack, would you not?
An Affliction of the Heart
"b-but i don't know what to wish for!" "wish for world peace," warden suggested with a wry smile. "it's just a formality." the changeling stared down at the cake, and then leaned in with a shaky inhale.