The Wishing Map 92

Have you ever thought you were about to die, and had no control over whether you did or didn’t? What–or who–saved you?

Mitch Teemley

Wishing pix-Title-(framed)

Note: To read The Wishing Mapfrom the beginning, click here.

The Wishing Map

Chapter Nineteen: The Naim Games (Continued)

Previously: The naim (gnome) child Bud was pierced by an arrow as Zack struggled to halt the war he’d unintentionally ignited.

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“Uncle Zaggy, it hurts!” the squirrel-sized boy screamed.

Zack picked Bud up, attempting to shelter him with his body, then shoved him under his layered shirts, hoping that might provide some sort of protection. “Stop!” he roared over the din. But this time, no one heeded.

It wasn’t that they were unaware of him; to the contrary, two large factions were working their way toward him at this very moment. One was Bulgy’s gang, now swollen to nearly two hundred. The other was Lyffwin’s hoard, brandishing spears, bows, axes, and broadswords.

“Nay!” cried Tuber. “Yer don’t have ter choose this! Yer can change the…

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About mitchteemley

Writer, Filmmaker, Humorist, Thinker-about-stuffer
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2 Responses to The Wishing Map 92

  1. I left my comment on the original post, but suffice to say, I’m hooked. I need to go back to your older posts and read what happened next! Fantastic writing, Mitch! Happy Thanksgiving to you, your bride and your entire family!

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