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Gargoyle Formulas and Christmas Trees
Posted By EM Faine Morgan on December 10, 2009
Donal sat hunched over the worn, faded tome trying to make out the smeared words in the fading light. He’d lit every candle in the house but the words were written so long ago they seemed to be mere shadows on the page, no more legible than if they’d been written with white ink. The Christmas cookies that Taryn had sent him earlier sat uneaten at his elbow.
Donal had started this project as a treat for Taryn. He knew how much she loved the pretty Christmas Trees and hoped to extend their life for several weeks beyond what they’d normally last. However, he’d already tried several different mixtures with a noted lack of success. Frustration, not normally a part of the monk’s personality, had caused him to toss out the whole lot into the back yard.
Anyone looking in on the scene would think the old monk had gone quite mad. He ran his hand through his hair and beard and he muttered to himself, trying to make out the formula. With the fading of time and the age of the ancient books, it seemed an impossible task.
Donal was so absorbed in the book that, at first, the faint scratching did not penetrate his consciousness. Gradually, however, he looked up from his work and tried to place the annoying sounds. It sounded almost like a tree brushing the roof of the house at the height of a strong wind. But that was impossible as all of the trees were well back from the house.
After several minutes, Donal gave up trying to focus his attention back on the book. Muttering in aggravation, he strode across the small room and flung open the door. What met his gaze filled him with horror. How had this happened? What had he done?
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Related Link: Donal's Magical Mutant Christmas Tree Experiment, Saturday, December 12
Gargoyle Formulas and Christmas Trees
Posted By EM Faine Morgan on December 10, 2009
Donal sat hunched over the worn, faded tome trying to make out the smeared words in the fading light. He’d lit every candle in the house but the words were written so long ago they seemed to be mere shadows on the page, no more legible than if they’d been written with white ink. The Christmas cookies that Taryn had sent him earlier sat uneaten at his elbow.
Donal had started this project as a treat for Taryn. He knew how much she loved the pretty Christmas Trees and hoped to extend their life for several weeks beyond what they’d normally last. However, he’d already tried several different mixtures with a noted lack of success. Frustration, not normally a part of the monk’s personality, had caused him to toss out the whole lot into the back yard.
Anyone looking in on the scene would think the old monk had gone quite mad. He ran his hand through his hair and beard and he muttered to himself, trying to make out the formula. With the fading of time and the age of the ancient books, it seemed an impossible task.
Donal was so absorbed in the book that, at first, the faint scratching did not penetrate his consciousness. Gradually, however, he looked up from his work and tried to place the annoying sounds. It sounded almost like a tree brushing the roof of the house at the height of a strong wind. But that was impossible as all of the trees were well back from the house.
After several minutes, Donal gave up trying to focus his attention back on the book. Muttering in aggravation, he strode across the small room and flung open the door. What met his gaze filled him with horror. How had this happened? What had he done?
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Related Link: Donal's Magical Mutant Christmas Tree Experiment, Saturday, December 12