The old priest considered the cast-iron oil pot sitting in the corner of the immaculate kitchen. It was heavy, and his back hurt. The trees growing on the canyon walls whispered to him. "Prepare the ... [+]
Warning: the following story shows a workshop accident that involves blood. If you're afraid of blood, it might not be the best pick. Try your luck with another story!Jennie rubbed the sandpaper rhythmically along the curved edge of the skateboard deck. On the sixth pass, the gritty paper caught the end of her finger. "Ow!" Several tiny blood droplets came to the surface of her skin. Grandpa pulled a rag from his back pocket. "Need a bandage?" "I don't know." Jennie pushed the rag against the bloody spot. It didn't really hurt much, but the sight of her own blood surprised her. "Guess we shoul