Storygram #110
He was certain that he’d already lost at least two toes to frostbite, and a finger wasn’t responding. But he had to make it to the bunker, wherever it was hiding in the white blanket before him.
Storygram #109
It was his first decree when he became the new king of Corlinia: The doors shall be open for everyone, always. If the king was not away on business or sleeping, he could be found perched on his throne, waiting.
Storygram #108
The fog was beautiful to her—a sheet of white silk draped over the land to soothe it to sleep. She understood why some people didn’t like it, though. It conceals and creates an unknown. Everyone is afraid of the unknown.
Storygram #107
The bell tower chimed for its midday fill of admiration from the busy streets below. Everyone stopped in their tracks to gaze at it, as was their custom. But the tower was rarely the subject of their murmurs.
Storygram #106
I stand under the only solar powered light that hasn’t died yet. My rendezvous with Perry always occurs at this spot but at random times and intervals. Otherwise, taker scouts might follow us.