Chapter 1.01
Word count: 4025
Released on: March 3, 2017, 7:56 p.m.
Last edited: March 16, 2023, 6:43 p.m.
Book: The Wandering Inn (1)
Some honourable mentions
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| Quarass | 1 |
Some honourable mentions
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| [Hero] | 1 |
| [Knight] | 1 |
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| Erin Solstice | Erin brushed dust off her pants and t-shirt in disgust. Well, her clothes were officially filthy now. Parts of her t-shirt were burned black, and her jeans had been cut by the Goblins’ knives. But that wasn’t important at the moment. |
| Erin Solstice | Erin stared up at the ceiling from her fallen position. She could have stood up, but that would have required effort. And besides, Erin was hungry, tired, and confused. Lying on the floor made her feel better. Even if the dust was getting in her hair. |
| Erin Solstice | Erin stared up at the ceiling from her fallen position. She could have stood up, but that would have required effort. And besides, Erin was hungry, tired, and confused. Lying on the floor made her feel better. Even if the dust was getting in her hair. |
| Erin Solstice | Slowly, Erin pulled herself up into a squat. Then she put her head in her hands. |
| Erin Solstice | Her voice trailed off. Erin’s head lowered and then snapped back up. |
| Erin Solstice | Erin screamed and kicked a chair hard enough to send it flying into the air. The chair landed with a tremendous crash, which was satisfying to hear. Less satisfying, though, was Erin’s foot, which had hit the chair hard enough to jam every toe. |
| Erin Solstice | Erin screamed and kicked a chair hard enough to send it flying into the air. The chair landed with a tremendous crash, which was satisfying to hear. Less satisfying, though, was Erin’s foot, which had hit the chair hard enough to jam every toe. |
| Erin Solstice | After screaming in pain and hopping around a bit, Erin sat at one of the tables and cried for a while. It wasn’t that she liked crying or did it a lot (usually). It just helped at the moment. |
| Erin Solstice | After about ten minutes of crying, Erin finally started choking back tears. She felt better, but quickly hit upon another problem when she went to wipe away her tears and snot and remembered there wasn’t any tissue paper nearby. So she used the rag. |
| Erin Solstice | The wet, disgusting rag. But it was better than her shirt. After that, Erin sat, staring at nothing in particular as the darkness surrounded her. |
| Erin Solstice | That was the last thing Erin said before she fell asleep. This time, there were no interruptions. |
| Erin Solstice | The next day hit Erin in the face. She groaned and sat up, head aching. Her neck felt twisted, and she was sore from lying on the floor. She still would have slept in longer if it weren’t for the sun and her stomach. |
| Erin Solstice | Hobbling around, Erin looked at the bright daylight streaming through one window. She shook her fist at the sunny opening in the wall and glared. |
| Erin Solstice | The window did not respond. Erin sighed. She was already talking to objects. Which was fine! She often cursed her invisible opponents when playing chess on the computer. Or talked to the chess pieces. She’d know she was insane if the window started speaking back. |
| Erin Solstice | Windows. These ones had no glass or curtains. They were square holes in the wall, but they did have shutters. Too bad Erin had chosen one of the open windows to nap underneath. |
| Erin Solstice | Without thinking, Erin’s hands went up to her head and came back covered in dirt and dust. Oh, right. She’d slept on the floor. The dirty floor where all the dust had gone. |
| Erin Solstice | Erin sat in a chair and buried her face in her hands. After a little while, her stomach growled louder. |
| Erin Solstice | Erin got up, knowing she had to look for food. There wasn’t any in the inn; she hadn’t bothered checking the rest of the cupboards because why should she? Any food that had been around since the inn had been deserted was probably sentient and had legs by now. |
| Erin Solstice | So that only left the outside. But Erin hesitated as she put her hand on the door to the inn. |
| Erin Solstice | She shivered. The memory of yesterday returned, fresh and vivid, and her hands began to shake. Her burned arm flared in pain as the cuts on her legs itched and stung. Erin closed her eyes and took a breath. Yes, monsters. But— |
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