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August 30, 2015

Dialogue Prompt: Worth Gold


Whatever had gotten the troll’s attention had been scary enough to chase it off. The forest was still silent from the troll’s appearance, but this time there were no movement in the trees. There was no rustling of leaves, but as she listened for any strange sounds she could faintly hear something echoing through the woods.

“Yah whooo!”

The call came closer, and grew louder as Liora spotted who was making them.

A skinny, monkey like man was flailing his arms as he ran through the woods towards the tumbled tree. His body was wrapped in a fur robe, his feet were in the same fur. His hair was matted and he looked filthy, but not threatening.

The man stopped at the roots of the tree. He scurried around picking up things and putting them in a small leather bag at his waist. A large smile from ear to ear, showed that whatever he was doing he was enjoying.

Slipping out from behind the tree, Liora was curious as to what the man was doing. He had obviously been excited about something and although he was strange he didn’t look to be a threat.

Climbing over a fallen log or two, and walking through the underbrush Liora stopped at the edge of the uprooted tree. The monkey man continued jumping around picking up what looked to be large brown rocks.

Stones, maybe?


The man stopped and turned in a instance at the sound of her voice. He had a brown rock in his hand, although his smile had faded.

“Are you after my gold?”

“Gold? No.”

She didn’t see any gold. All she saw was those weird brown rocks.

“Then why are you here?”

The man spoke quickly going back to collecting the rocks.

“I was hiding from the troll and then I saw you. I was curious as to what you’re picking up.”

She bent down to pick up one of the brown rocks as the monkey man darted forward grabbing it instead.


He spat, sticking the rock forcibly into his bag.

“It doesn’t look like gold.”

“It’s not actual gold. I call it gold because that’s what it’s worth.”

“But, what is it then?” She asked, noticing the man sigh.

“Troll pellets.”

“Troll pellets?”

“Troll poop.” The monkey man spat, sticking another pellet in the bag.

“People pay for troll poop?”

Liora didn’t know how to react to that. Her nana had told her about all sorts of strange remedies but none of them involved troll poop. She didn’t know if she was more disgusted or curious about the whole discovery.

“Troll… pellets.” The monkey man paused, taking one of the pellets in his hand, “are believed to hold a medicinal property. When shaved into stews or brewed into teas, people believe it helps them with all sorts of things.”

“They eat it‽” Liora felt her stomach churn. “That’s disgusting!”

“No, what’s disgusting is the amount of spiders you eat when you sleep. Troll poo…llets are considered medicine, and therefore not disgusting.”


Pellar likes his troll pellets. XD


UPDATE: At least I did something…

As you all know from reading the Gone Camping post, I went away for a week. What? I’m allowed to go on a vacation in the middle of the woods for a week. I will have you know I was productive while I was mostly technology free. I brought my laptop so I could continue my work on my book.

And, so without further delay…

CHAPTER 8 is near completion! YAY, Progress! 🙂

Here’s proof:


Old Word Friday: Trumpery

Hello everyone,

Yes, I know it is Saturday, and I am sorry I am posting this one day late. The thing is, I wasn’t back in the world of strong internet until now. So, without further delay here is your old word!


Meaning pretty things that are worthless.


Those china dolls are trumpery.

I have a lot of trumpery things.

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