23 Feb The Town Whispers – Chapter 17 – “The Misfortunes of Luck”
A church needs care and love to keep together - while Reverend Albit is away, James tends to his chores. James's coin is always lucky, but has it ever brought him misfortune?...
A church needs care and love to keep together - while Reverend Albit is away, James tends to his chores. James's coin is always lucky, but has it ever brought him misfortune?...
Tom is attempting to come to terms with coming face-to-face with Tom. Dreams and reality mix when madness threatens to consume Tom. Penny has her moment to share her strength....
Reverend Albit arrived at the Riverside Sanatorium ready to bring down hellfire...
Tom is safe at home while Reverend Albit arrives back at his church, where a curious character awaits an introduction, with an even more curious item in hand. Questions gnaw at Reverend Albit...
Tom, nearly taken by the creeping long shadows, returns home, broken and battered, but alive. The righteous Reverend Albit reflects on the events of the evening, and those moments leading up to it. Meanwhile, Tom's secret stays safe...
What lies in wait for Tom? The full weight of his past transgressions threatens to swallow him whole - mind, body, and soul. What will he find? Better yet...
The dark depths of the past are fast approaching. Standing at the mouth of the cave, Tom peers into the darkness, not quite ready to face the mistakes and secrets of the past....
Tom LaPonte is faced with terrifying words, and must confront the whispers which keep him up at night, and hear the words spoken by the Man in The Cave. Those words have begun to unravel the secrets of the past, and now Tom must face...
Meet Jacob T. Mortimer - Scholar, Recluse, and Doomed. Jacob, living in a cabin in the woods, searching for the truth, unknowingly set in motion events that will tumble forth like rotting trees for years to come. ...
Mildred LaPonte visits an old friend, and Tom LaPonte is on a mission for knowledge. Some truths will not be told, some secrets will not be revealed. They must be found, and taken....
All the answers are there, for those willing to look. Just the same as most people cannot see that which is right in front of them, being unwilling as they are, better did not notice that autumn had turned to winter, and with it has...
There are plans in motion involving those who weren't even born, as they were being laid. Peggy LaPonte wants her mother's love and attention, but Mildred's attention is elsewhere. Meanwhile "The Man in the Cave" is never far away. ...
A gravedigger's job is a lonely, but important one. They, who lay down the dead, are their final caretakers. There is a cleansing ritual to laying a corpse in the earth, but if those hands are spoiled with the filth of ill intent, so too...
There are ancient magics in the most unsuspected places, and for those who are pulled along by the strings of what can naively be called fate, that is a lesson often learned the hard way. An acorn is just alive as the ancient oak that...
Albit never asked to be drawn into dark designs, but now he lays in bed recovering, and becoming something more then anyone could have dreamed including Albit himself. The Man In The Cave has plans for Albit, but so does Mother Cyprian. What exactly has...
Mildred is one who never asked to be seen by those without eyes, and she certainly never asked to see them, in fact she always refused. Unlike others in The Fort, Mildred was able, and was willing to see what was behind the walls of...
Not all who die are destined to rot in the earth, to be consumed by the trees, and the worms. Those who are forgotten by death, are reborn by dark magics then that which created the world itself....
Not all children are loved, and those children who aren't loved, fall much easier into the space between peering eyes...
Before you can go forward, you must go back. There are many townsfolk in The Fort, and you cannot learn the story of one, without knowing the stories of many. This is an interlude, and an introduction, to the Dark Reverend Albit. ...
A whisper is intent. A whisper can be a truth, or a lie. Sometimes a whisper is even a delicate secret. In The Fort, a whisper is something entirely of dark creation. You'd do best to close your ears to them...
You'd do best to stick to the roads and worn paths. Those paths are worn because they are safe, but if you are safe you cannot see. There is an Oaken God, that is plain to see to those who look. Some folks though, meet...
Welcome to The Fort. Our humble little monstrosity of a town is always a pleasure, even when the screams echoing from over the bog keep you up at night. Don't be afraid though, just make yourself at home. You'll be safe with me, I promise....