Announcement #5

     I've come across another writing site called Royal Road and I'm considering moving publication over there too. Mind, I've already got this story up on other sites as well, such as Booksie and Wattpad (though I've canceled publication on the latter since sometime last year), but Royal Road seems a nice site and the navigation is a great deal less clunky than Booksie's; as much as I like Booksie, not to mention my favourite fan is over there, it's a pain trying to browse their selection.

     Should the Royal Road move take place, posting will continue in conjunction with this site; I repeat, simply because I am moving to another site does not mean I won't be canceling publication over here. The story still goes on. (Goodness knows why I bother; it's not like anyone comes here, but such as it is.)

     Expect the move to begin sometime this November, or December at the very latest.

     That is all for today's announcements. Thank you for your time.

      - Regards, the author.

      P.S. Here's the Booksie link in case anyone from my imaginary audience is curious.
            ==> Booksie ho!

Day Ten - Morning

     Casper stares up at the scores in wood on the underside of the table. One. Two. Three… Seven. He’s three short. He fishes a knife out from under his pillow and gets carving. There’s dried gore where the blade meets the handle, left over from butchering that rabbit last night. Must’ve missed it when he was wiping the blade clean before he pocketed it. If Balor noticed him making off with it, he didn’t say anything. He probably knows; he knew with the silverware. It’s probably fine.

Day Nine - Afternoon to Night

     Alicia seems to get the hint to stop prying after several aborted attempts in asking how Casper’s day went. She drops the subject and abandons conversation altogether, funnily enough, to attend to her duties in the kitchen. Now that she’s no longer bothering him, daddy dearest has been looming over his shoulder, silently pressuring him to scram already. Casper takes his sweet time chewing on the leftover heel of bread Alicia gave him, just to spite him.

     Alright, he’s had his fun. Pa looks like he’s going to have a fit if he pushes him any further. Casper just knows his bit of bread is going to be coming out of his tab, but he couldn’t care less. He tucks the remaining half of his lunch in his pocket to save for dinner and leaves with a cheery goodbye. Alicia waves him off from the kitchen. Pa watches him go without acknowledging him.

     That went well.