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The Highwayman. Content Warning.
Lady Constance ‘Connie’ Mobley decided to walk in the woods surrounding her father’s manor. Being the only daughter in a family of twelve children, she craved peace and solitude from all the gas fights, arm rub burns, and head neuggies. She wished her mother had at least one other girl for Connie to have allied with.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
The Laundress
Betsy liked her job as a laundress working in the Doctor’s hotel. Nothing was better than removing a stain from a pure white bedsheet or being able to scrub an antique Persian rub until it looked brand new. She took real pride in her work and would do no less than 110% in any laundry she worked for.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
Cheetah People
As told to Mother Combs in one of her many adventures: In the arid mountain ranges of the Sahara desert live a people no one has ever seen. The Maunetjer, when they venture out into the outer world to trade, wear garments similar to burkas, both male and female, and only remove them once they are in the safety of their homes. No outsider is allowed inside their homes. There have been mysterious disappearances of people rumored to be looking for them. Several gung-ho explorers, eager to make a mark for themselves, thought they could be the ones to come back with pictures of the Maunetjer. Never to be seen again. It is rumored at the market that when they purchase the many chickens, goats, and cows, they wear gloves when exchanging money. Not one person has even seen so much as a hand or foot of a Maunetjer. They purchase thousands of chickens, goats, and cows a year. No one knows what they do with them either, for they never sell any animals, hides, milk, cheese, or anything back at the market. The Maunetjer does not wear jewelry. They wear no adornments on their costumes, nor rings on their fingers, bracelets, or anything. The only gold the Maunetjer handles is money. The gods of the Maunetjer must be fierce and unforgiving because of the totems and statues they have carved of the gods. All the statues are of some humanoid cheetah-like creature with a burning look of hunger on its sleek face. These gods are depicted in all sorts of poses. This writer's firm opinion is that it would be unwise to visit the Maunetjer without their expressed invitation. To visit them without their consent could result in the death of any or all sent. Suppose you want to find out more information on a Maunetjer. In that case, it is my professional opinion that you shoot one in the marketplace and haul the corpse to your laboratory to study. To do otherwise would be a foolish mistake. May Allah keep and protect you from the hell that will surely follow you, no matter what you decide.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
