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The Path - Epilogue by Crickity, literature

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The Path - Epilogue

Beast of Treevale was a long time ago, and there was a lot more in Jack's pack now. He was still on the path, following it over the floating islands. Cave looked familiar. Turned in to pines. Smell his his nose and he smiled, and the lines next to his eyes crinkled up. Out of the woods, two barns on the horizon. Path was known to cross itself, on the way somewhere else. Usually stopped off at campsites in halfway places, like on the islands. Sometimes took you through a town you'd seen before, so you could get a good rest. Catch up with old friends.

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Path XVI

Ben covered it and then some, seeing as they had free run of the pub. Word was that the cops followed up the owner and found he was an Outlander too, whatever that meant. Building was town property until somebody signed the deed. Probably Cotton would do it, he was sick of living in the gun shop. Irish (or whatever) in him probably made it natural. Until then, drinks were free for all. Jack didn't drink much, kept expecting a tug from his badge now the trouble was gone. Not getting one had him a little worried. But he forgot about it when Postmaster showed up with a trumpet and blasted out some town song. Everybody struck up, but in the ca

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The Path XV

He arrived and ran in to the pub, pushed aside a logger mid-sip and seized the barman by the collar. “How do you know Remington?” shouted Jack. “I don't-” tapping started. “Don't lie to me!” Silence fell on the pub, as all eyes turned to him. Ben and Gina were in the parlour, watching with frowns on their faces, half-standing. The barman was quiet with fear, then broke in to a kind of insane grin. “The Outlanders will return!” he shrieked, “We will rise! We will return!” The other people in the pub stood up and swore, some quite profusely. Mutt

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The Path XIV

Mineshaft was easier to find with the three musketeers shouting in it. Jack walked up real close, then crept until he could see down it. The plug was gone, and they had hung a rope ladder. Must have been twenty metres down now. Badge was real dark. Voices came sailing up. “There! There!” shouted Remington. “Looks like a cage,” said Blackbeard, excitement in his tone. “What gets locked up at the bottom of a pit?” asked Camper. He sounded scared. “Nothing to worry you,” said Remington, “but you'll know soon enough. Dig it out!” They did. Took them a few minutes,

The Path XIII by Crickity, literature

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The Path XIII

They reached the pub and Ben made a formal announcement. Barman wrote a clear sign and put it on the door. 'BARN RAISING. 13/13/25'. Date was weird. Nearest he could tell it was in five days. Confirmed a theory Jack had about the Path and where it went. Maybe two theories. Followed Ben around for the rest of the day, chatting in between stops. They told most of the shop owners, who said they'd pass it on. Some made signs, some didn't. Stopped at the pub for lunch and used one of the meals he was owed to shout Ben. Barman asked if they were heading to the lake, and Jack told Ben the story of the city man and his dynamite. Ben laughed and s

The Path XII by Crickity, literature

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The Path XII

Woke up in the middle of the night. Tugging again, like on the path. Sighed and got up, got dressed. Bandoliers went on too. Left via a downstairs window, front door had that bell above it. Tugging took him along the main road towards Hilton, but kept going over it. Found the Path again in the woods. Thought he'd be here longer than that, but oh well. Would have liked to say goodbye to folks. Path was the same, just a well trodden track, weaving between the pines. Didn't have to get dark this time before the trees changed. He reached out a hand and touched one. Felt like stone. Was stone, red and dusty. Canopy above was now a cave roof, g

The Path XI by Crickity, literature

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The Path XI

With the work at Ben Johnson's almost done, they could afford to go a little slower. Last few logs were lined up for cutting, and they joked their way through them before lunch. “You're not going back to town, are you?” asked Ben as they towelled off and walked away from the saw. “I was going to, why?” “Gina's cooking sausages is why. Come on.” No arguing that. Kitchen looked nice during the day, sun coming in. Gina did too. “Delicious,” said Ben, after his first mouthful. “Hear hear,” said Jack with a little wave. Gina hit Ben, but smiled. “What

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The Path X

Next morning, Jack watched out the window until he saw the gunsmith open shop. Went straight down and ate his breakfast, then down the street to the little shop. Bell rang as he entered. Man with a shock of grey hair looked up from behind the counter. Wore a black vest over a checked shirt, old powder stains on it. “Good morning to ya,” he said. Irish. Or whatever passed for it here. “Mornin',” said Jack, “after some bandoliers.” “Sure, sure,” the man cast an eye at his guns, “for those?” “Yeah,” Jack fingered the right one, “inherited th

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The Path IX

Made his exit through an upstairs window, which was a little tricky. Helped that the lock opened for him, but it wouldn't stay open and kept shutting on his hands. Eventually threw it upwards with one and let go the other, landed out the back of the pub. Trudged off up the main street towards Hilton Road. Uneventful walk, but about half way the badge dulled and he darted off the road and in to some scrub. Headlights shot out of town and soon their car passed him. Moustache again. Jack smiled from his hiding spot. Had to appreciate moments like this. Walked a little faster up to the ridge, but turned off before the dirt road. Kept it twenty

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The Path VIII

“The mine?” Ben asked as they sawed through the day's first log, “closed maybe ten years ago. Copper vein dried up, whole company packed up and went north. Paid some local lads to collapse all the shafts. Why?” “Folks talking about it at the pub last night,” Jack said between strokes, watching the sawteeth eat further and further down the log, “wondered if there was anything in their talk.” “Oh, pub talk,” said Ben dismissively, “you know how it is.” They reached the bottom of the log in silence, but for the grunting. As they heaved on one of the hal

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Wombat Girl

When you look at the Australian desert, the very first question that crosses your mind is that of how anything could possibly live there. The sand is too coarse, the sun too hot, the nights too cold, and if you do chance across anything living in the baking expanse, nine times out of ten it will try pretty successfully to kill you. What most don't see is the Dreaming. Across Ireland, stories abound of the Tuatha De Dannan, throughout America, the Native Americans talk of their totems and spirits. All places tell stories, and in truth, stories never die; but in Australia, a concerted effort has been made to kill them. Because of this, much of

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Crickity

About Crickity

Artist // Student // Literature

Dec 6
Australia
Deviant for 14 years
He / Him

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My Bio

a) I never claim to be normal.
b) I'm happiest when I'm skiing at 95.2km/h.
c) I have a genetic flaw which keeps my body temperature two degrees celcius above norm.
d) I can live for up to a week on V, Skittles, and hugs alone.
e) all of the above

Answer:
E, and it's way more fun that way.

Once when I was young I was walking through the streets after dark. It was freezing, I was sad and bored, and I didn't really know where I was going. I suddenly walked out of the shadow of the houses alongside me and the light of the moon hit me full in the face. It was full, bright and orange. It was the first harvest moon I'd ever seen. I grinned like a soldier who's just seen his enemies walk under the net and suddenly I wasn't cold anymore. I clenched my fists, spun on my heel in a circle and ran. The wind in my face and the slap of my shoes on the footpath kept me going, faster and faster, trying to beat the sound. Then to my surprise, I did. I was outside the universe. It looked at me, also shocked and slightly embarrassed I thought. After a very awkward silence I coughed. The universe shrugged and shuffled around a bit. I decided to go back, and it looked at me gratefully, as though I had saved it some kind of talking-to. I'm not sure how I got back, but I found myself looking at the moon again.

Likes: Cold nights, breezes, pocky, slurpee, skittles, running, jumping, showing off, Ilithreiel uuunnd.... doonas.

Dislikes: Pointless fights, hot weather, my hands, gravity and the fact that I have trouble getting the picture in my mind out for people to see.

Current Residence: Watsonia
deviantWEAR sizing preference: XS.
Print preference: Do they come on mugs?
Favourite genre of music: Pre-historic destructo-rock
Favourite photographer: Iunno...probably evilfuzzle2
Favourite style of art: YOURS
Operating System: XP / Vista
MP3 player of choice: 80gb iPod Classic
Shell of choice: Oyster
Wallpaper of choice: Beige
Skin of choice: Light with Freckles
Favourite cartoon character: the gigantic fire breathing space worm
Personal Quote: "Bring me my ice cream, wench!" (to Cananzi)

Favourite Visual Artist

Quadruples the Four-Armed Tyrannosaurus

Favourite Movies

Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Quadruples the Four-Armed Tyrannosaurus

Favourite Writers

Edgar Allen Poe

Favourite Games

Pin the tail on the gigantic fire breathing space worm

Favourite Gaming Platform

Tools of the Trade

various grade pencils, Derwent Artists, Photoshop CS4, Various Thickness Fineliners

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Crickity

Aug 28, 2013

The Path

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Those of you watching would have seen a fairly lengthy story appear over the last few weeks. I set it to post around sunset every day. It is one of the very few works I have actually finished in any satisfactory manner, so I'm proud of it simply for that, but it was also a new voice for me. I usually write as myself, telling a story, but this time I let the character talk, and talk he did. Some of this wrote itself. I say some, most of this wrote itself. I drifted off at one point, around eleven at night, and when I came too at five in the morning I had written fourteen pages, and extensive notes. I might do more in this universe. The Rang

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Crickity

Dec 24, 2011

Devious Journal Entry

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Stolen from ValkyrieNix (https://www.deviantart.com/valkyrienix) Comment and I'll~ 1. Tell you what mythological creature you remind me of. 2. Tell you a color you remind me of. 3. Tell you what flavor/smell you remind me of. 4. Tell you what element you remind me of. 5. Ask you a question, and you must answer. 6. Tell you something I like about you. 7. Give you a nickname. 8. Tell you the object that is to the left or right of of me. 9. Tell you what song reminds me of you 10. Dare you to post this in your journal. Also, there is probably some writing on the way. Maybe. Oh, Mac-attack, when you read this I need you to send me more back story on Pyros xD Crossroad

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Sep 18, 2011

Devious Journal Entry

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Writer's Meme that I stole at 2:00 AM :D Thanks to ~ValkyrieNix (https://www.deviantart.com/valkyrienix) 1. Tell us about your favorite writing project/universe that you've worked with and why. Tricky, but I'd say either Equilibria, GCA, or the Limitless Desert. Equilibria is the Fastest Flying Circus, so is therefore just a buttload of fun to write, the Galactic Central Authority was written with :iconScruffy193: and is very rich as a result, and the Limitless Desert has AI Mecha that punch things :3 2. How many characters do you have? Do you prefer males or females? More than I can count, and its about 60:40 male:female. According to year 11 psychology my brain is half/h