Sick When Mabel had suggested that they spend a fun Friday out in the woods, running for their lives from an angry troll in the rain hadn’t been Dipper’s first thought. Oh it had started out nice, the sun had been slanting through the trees and everything had turned that nice yellow green color of the Oregon forests. Mabel had led the way, skipping happily and twirling around as Dipper had followed with their backpack of food, pretending not to hum along to that catchy pop song she was singing. They had settled for a nice clearing, with a fallen log to sit upon and pine trees all around in which woodpeckers flitted about their business. A large boulder sat over to one side of the copse, covered in moss and what Dipper suspected was a healthy coat of mold.Sick by midnightlupus
“Picnic time!” Mabel sat on the log, swinging her legs back and forth. “C’mon, Dipper! Get out the food!”
“Hang on,” Dipper groaned and let the heavy backpack slide
Gone (Contest entry) Simon hadn’t moved in a week.Gone (Contest entry) by midnightlupus
They had been about to go on another adventure, just the two of them; Lewis had told him to be at the wide meadow an hour’s walk from Yoglabs by noon. The spring day had been clear, and Simon had taken his time walking down the beaten path to their usual meeting place; he was late, but Lewis was used to that. The sky had been a brilliant robin’s egg blue, the poppies were nodding in a soft breeze, and birds chirped softly as they flew overhead on their daily errands.
The sky was clear now, and he hated it. How could the sun be shining like nothing had happened? The sky would be eternally gray for him now.
He’d heard the struggle before he’d seen it, the worn boots which clad his feet scuffing up small plumes of dust as Simon increased his pace. One hand had risen to adjust his horned helmet in preparation of a fight. The sounds had gotten louder as he’d approached: voices raised in anger and d